Friday, November 09, 2007

The gate

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Written a while ago, after looking at the new structure at the entrance of the alma mater. Very emotional moment that.

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Once upon a time, there was a fragile looking board, faded, rusted, stood in a corner. The name was written on it.
More than an institution, it was our passage to adulthood.
A fancy structure, an arch of stone, now marks the entrance. And a slab, also of stone, bears the name. Etched and fitted with metal letters. Shining. Tall. Promising matching futures all the same.
And an MBA school sits where Dreamland once used to be.

I can still see us.
It wasn't time that was passing by, it was you and I.

7 comments:

Yodha said...

Where was the dreamland?

Mo said...

Hotel Dreamland, remember?
On the other side of the road?

When was the last time you went to RV?

Yodha said...

I know that place! That's a B school now! Wow! :-)

Mo said...

Ironic, isn't it?

Yodha said...

Yeah. Who said observing life isn't interesting?!

ROhan said...

Wow .. very nice post woman !

Mo said...

You've seen the entrance?
How come you never told me.