Mr.Mohit Sardana

This travelogue may I share with you all AAlthough, I am just a novice in this form. BSo, first, please excuse me for any shortfall. AI may betray the wrong tetrameter norm. BI hope you wont laugh or scoff. CAs I just want to bounce it off Cthe management students at IIM; DIt's not for money, nor for fame. DCall it a poem, poetry , a verse or a sonnet, EA hyphen, comma or a bullet point, as you deem fit; FI am quite poor at nomenclature, I must admit. FAnd yes, one more thing before I forget EIt will rhyme in a particular way e.g. GAB AB CC DD, and then EFF EGG. GGoing Away Listen then, lets begin from the beginning.We sift through matrushka dolls, souvenirs & 'things'While at Moscow airport we are kept waitingTill, after a long 10-hour wait, finally we got wings.Flying over the Volga and the Caspian SeaJit Rai and Tin Nash while sipping coffee,Dreams of neon signs, Ferraris and the Mediterranean,Sunkissed beaches, sex bombs and the pseude bohemian.Midnight we touch base. Its Spain finally -The country of FC and Real Madrid,Picasso & Cassals, Velazquez & El Cid.Its 1 a.m. Stranded at a Raval (old town) alleyWe make some frantic phone calls for a placeTo stay put for the night and untie the shoelace.BarcelonaLife at ESADE was cool, assignments were few.From India to Italy, from Mexico to Monaco -Our mix was eclectic. We were a motley crew;My group had a Peruvian from faraway Cuzco!They are all covered in brands, from top to bottom.Behold! The consumption patterns of all consumables -Tissue paper, kisses and public displays of affectionOf the young and old, old and new, new and veteran.The young blonde cozies up to a moneyed sphinx!But then, whats in a number, silly, formed of digits?When what matters is a boy with a #ick & a girl with *its?In the middle of this merry-go-round, Jit Rai thinksAfter this what? Poor Tin Nash thinks of a vegetarian course -He is tired of "Hola, como esta?", muy bien and carnivores.Travel in SpainYears later, Jit Rai while thinking of the places traveledRemembers tits and bits, smiling he puts pen to paper.The sights and sounds came back soon. A friend said:Though it’s been almost 2 years, better late than 'later'.Oh! What a place was Montserrat, the mist and the colorful kids;The ascent of the cable car and the walk down to the green fields.Who can forget the run to catch the train to Nice?And yes, Zulu's cooked rice and egg did suffice,To start the Nice sojourn - jaywalking through its thin alleys -Quiet reflection by the sea at Cannes and the lights of Monte Carlo.At nighttime after a nice dinner and tiramisu we said bye, Ciao.At night (while sleeping in a park), 2 guys ran away with Jit Rai's valise.3 novels and a pair of jeans is all they got. The poor souls did come to knowJit was poorer. They gave him a limp (from the chase) & a cut on the brow.Feel the gasFriends kept visiting us from all over EuropeBarcelona is quite a happening place, you knowWhile Paris was freezing and guys couldn’t copeWith the cold, they came down south to say "hello".One fine November evening, A Sad Rain Moth and A Good PajiCame knocking on the door, "Koi hai ghar pe? Haanji?”We hired a car to drive down to Andorra and the PyrennesFour of us left Barcelona to come back after three days.Adrian Thomas was driving, and his test of the left hand driveWas carried out right in the middle of the traffic! HeartsIn our hands and seat belts firmly tied, we were going nuts.It was a great trip. The golden sunset at Andorra at around five,Next day the beautiful Pyrennes, the villages in the hills, a happy quiet,And the rain drenched San Sebastian (not to mention the ice-creams we ate).Last daysAssignments (in Spanish) at ESADE, which were due,Which Jit Rai had shelved for the very last moment,Made him learn preterito past perfecto at half past two.But sincere Tin Nash did well. He got almost 93 %.Soon after Marathon Dias and his friend Good Paji left SpainThe good word spread far and wide- the fun at Cobra LanePeople came pouring in, in the coming weeksAnd put Louis, our Mexican roommate, in a fixOn a weekend, a team of five went sightseeing to nearby Tarragona.Valdimir Uno, Lanka Guru Aryan, Mannish Theta, Jit Rai, AtyadiShaked legs at a local disco, with Valor Indium screaming I feel free.Few days later, came in a cozy twosome from another corner.Habitual Kim and his better half Mikhail Tabu joined in the mirth.Btw, they threw us out of the bedroom, till we gave them a wide berth.Coming BackThe journey's over. We are close to finishingWe sift through matrushka dolls, souvenirs and 'things'(Repeat from Going Away)While at Moscow airport we are kept waitingTill, after a long 10-hour wait, finally we got wings.All over the world, people are finding ways to return,To someplace they can call their own under the sun.All this travel, near and far,Isn’t a waste, dear mother?It is late into the night. What is it that I just wrote?Just a rhyme, shorn of emotions, nothing at all?Its not so, believe me, but then it is your call.Dear reader, the one thing that I did note:Whatever I do - going away or coming inI am the future and the journey is within.------Anagrams:Tin Nash - NishantA sad rain moth - Mohit SardanaAdrian Thomas - Mohit SardanaMarathon Dias - Mohit SardanaGood Paji - Pooja GadiMannish Theta - Nishant MehtaVladimir Uno - Vinod MuraliValor Indium - Vinod MuraliBarcelona – Cobra laneKalyan Nagaruru – Lanka Guru AryanMikul Bhatia – Habitual Kim, Mikhail Tabu