Welcome to EITC Campus Hires 2013

This is a tale of a corporate land

A company which is also a known brand

A tale of people 21 in number

This will surely wake you from slumber

Girls are fifteen, boys are six

How to initiate talking, we all were in a fix

But the bond we formed is now so strong

Though we have barely known each other for long

So now the story has begun

Here I present the boy number one

Tall, fair and has a weird knack

Perhaps the only fan of Rebecca Black

Loves chocolates, surprises he destroy

Acts like a baby, is a complete “Mumma’s boy”

(SHANTANU KULKARNI)

Next here is guy number two

Known for having nothing to do

Claims to be a singer, never heard a song

If you see him busy, then something is wrong

Short and fair, has the loudest laugh

Still hung up on someone from his school staff

(SAUMITRA VAIDYA)

   

Read along, for the poem is free

Now I bring the guy number three

Tall and has a passion for bikes

More than girls, this is what he likes

Simple and nice, enough as detail

Pulsar is his ride which is “Definitely Male”

(JAYESH BACHHAV)

Three are done, there are three more

Let’s welcome our guy number four

His status is mentioned in his name

“I am better than Zomato” is his claim

He is the only guy who has teams two

And each has tied him up with a girly duo

(PANKAJ SINGHAL)

In “Operational Excellence”, he will thrive

Welcoming now the guy number five

His first impression was of a guy so lazy

First week memory of him is slightly hazy

Fun as company, says nothing obscene

Loaded with so much work, now barely seen

(PRANAV PATIL)

All the guys are a good mix

Lastly we have the guy number six

Enters the office very late

Calm in nature, has no hate

Focused in work, has a sharp mind

Stays aloof, often left behind

(RAVI WADJE)

Guys are done, with girls we begun

Applaud here for the girl number one

Fair in looks, has a voice so loud

Doesn’t need mike when in a crowd

Loves to talk, has spirits high

I doubt anyone can really call her shy

(PIYUSHA JAHAGIRDAR)

Poem getting too long to handle

I ll pick girls now in a bundle

The next three are busy all the time

For them taking a break is like a crime

Two are bold and one always shies

Loo,Poo n Ashu are called Butterflies

(LOPAMUDRA,ASHWINI,POOJA)

These two have names which slightly rhyme

Both are usually together most of the time

One deal with networks, loves to mingle

Other works on servers and is definitely single

(CHAITALEE, SONALI)

Up next is a duo as different as can be

Rarely busy, but mostly free

One of them always loves to dance

The other asks question when always a chance

(PRIYA, KOMAL)

These three girls work the most

Whenever I visit, they always look toast

One totally mad, one is silent

One laughs a lot and is not at all violent

(NEHA, DARAKSHA, SHWETA)

The next two are the geeks of the batch

In the same team, they are a perfect match

Their jokes are insane and too much to understand

“Devil’s bitches” is what they would have called their band

(SOWMYA, GAYATREE)

This female looks all time high

Leaves sentences incomplete, I wonder why

Drinks hot water, likes to debate

We call her Grumpy coz she loves to hate

(PARIDHI VARMA)

That leaves the one who is telling this all

Thin, crazy and slightly tall

Has work on hand and still found time

To make this amazing awesome rhyme!

From Prose to Poetry

Hey,

This is a slightly long poem which I have dedicated to my new found friends at my workplace. We have been together for three and a half months and this is in memory of the time spent together so far..

Happy Reading :)

P.S- Name of that person mentioned in the brackets... 

The Army Brat

I am an army kid, born and brought up in surroundings of army trucks, parades and whatever it is that people assume we army people do.

But I would never call myself that huge an army brat (we love calling ourselves THAT). I am pretty sure this term was also coined by one of the kids only. I still mix up the no. of stars on the shoulder panel on the uniform. I still mess up the order of seniority within a regiment sometimes. 

But this guy doesn’t. He can perhaps segue into a huge discussion on the wars which India has fought, the years, the martyrs and perhaps even who won which gallantry award.

He is proud of his father being in Army. He doesn’t fail in mentioning it from time to time. And now he aims to make his father proud by being the same.

Welcome the one guy I know close enough to term as “The Army Brat”.

Tall, dark and well slightly handsome now, (age can make a difference you see), he is someone who can mingle in a crowd and also be part of the spotlight. Round face and funny small eyes, and one most important physical feature which I love and envy at the same time, the cute dimpled smile.

How long have I known him? 

Well it is long, long enough to know, that he has a golden heart and a very sharp focused mind. You can’t beat him at concentration and determination. He exemplifies hardwork for me.

We are different in a lot of ways. Our thinking, our way of handling a problem. Everything. He is the mature one while I am the kid. He is as calm as sea and well I just don’t function that way. He is humble and often selfless. He has a temper but he knows how to keep it in check. I sometimes feel I am too harsh on him. He deserves way more than I give him credit for.

We share a love-hate relationship. We can fight on any trivial matter for hours, but we can also make up in a matter of seconds. We both have a common love for Bollywood flicks, cheesy or crappy; smart or pathetic. We can watch them all.

I have fought with him, called him names, pulled his hair, beat him and accused him of stuff he had never done maybe; but now that we are far apart living in different cities, I miss him. I miss laughing together, watching stupid Hindi movies and then enacting the funny scenes, the trips to some new eating joints, standing up for each other when we are being scolded. We may have made each other cry, but we still can’t stand seeing the other cry.

  

Every relationship is put to test. And what better test than distance. Friendships blossom or dry out under this test. But a relationship like this only strengthens. When apart you miss the company. You miss the constant fights, name calling, the bonding. And when you meet after a gap, it is like magic. You have so many stories to tell each other.

I believe the relationship I share with him is the best. We rarely talk to each other, and barely meet. But I know I always have him there for me.

This special bond is worth everything else.

I am pretty selfish as a person and I always think of myself before anyone else. But if I ever stumble across a magic lamp and some genie popped out of it and granted me three wishes. I would use two on him. And maybe then think of myself. I love him the most. And although back in childhood I may have had long discussions with God on why was I made to stick with him, today this moment I am glad he came in my life.

And I wish nothing but the best for him.

Because this brat, deserves it all.

"The 12"- #9

Hello,

And yes after a long absence (count two and half months maybe) I am back with one more of my 12.
I have been really rusty with my writing skills lately. So apologies if it is not my best work. It is just a lot of feelings on a paper and then typed out, keeping mistakes to a minimum :P

This person might be easily identifiable. But he was always part of "The 12".

This goes out to him as a message for all the times he has wiped away my tears or been at the bad side of my anger.

Happy Reading! :)

P.S- Just one post this time too.