My journey...........my first poem

Being an IITian was always my dream,
never although knew for a long time wat IIT actually mean.

Was always fortunate to be blessed with great buddies,
who were although really never good at studies.

Although didnt ever really considered even myself brilliant,
but was always quite resilient.

Had a dream to realise i always knew,
hence never forgot my pursue.

studied hard for two long years,
and wud you believe without any smears.

Finally got my reward,
no efforts of mine got ignored.

I had to pass through lots of pains,
but eventually thought my adventurous life got reincarnated again,
with the whole of coming life left to reign.

Happiness was all around,
only to suddenly wear down.

Healthy interaction was wat my seniors used to call,
that period in my life was really a forgetful thrall.

Finally the ragging was over,
but sadly not before converting me into a rover.

It took me not days but weeks to settle,
but always knew from the innerside i had that mettle.

And fortuantely i wasn't wrong
with time made many good friends whom with got nicely along,
but sadly also lost some old ones in the prolong.

Never came to realise wat mistake i did,
never understood why they wanted to get me of rid.

I m a senior now,
I m the mess secy now,
still my juniors call me futcha,my mates call me a batcha,i sadly avow.

Few days back wrote a post in my blog devoted to wat i think of life,
only to receive insensible and deeply hurting comments in rife.

Sincerely hope IITians hav regained their intellectualism,
and appreciate in a fine manner my individualism.