Blast from the Past

As my two-year association with ITC dwindles down to the last 5 weeks (more on that later), time is probably right to publish what is probably the greatest work of poetry out of papad' s stables. Full credit is due to the creators of the song, popu* and chindi*, to have come up with the masterpiece over a couple of hyper-creative days (more than a year and half ago), while languishing somewhere deep in the heart of Tam-land, and I shall make no attempt to make any smart-ass tinkerings (which is usually my wont)

Of course, if the song doesn't make a lot of sense, for lack of circumstantial information or otherwise, awwww, too bad! :P
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A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that job used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make to the ITD land
And, maybe, we'd be happy for a while.

But August made me shiver
With every paper unit I covered.
Dirty pulp on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
When I in my posting arrived,
But something touched me deep inside (from the bottom side)
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, PSPD KOVAAII.
Lots of water and steam,
But the life was dry,
And the bad old boys were pulping trash and time
Singin', "this'll be the plant where I'll die.
"this'll be the plant where I'll die.."

Did you write the book of pulp,
And do you have faith in Baapu above,
If the system tells you so?
Do you believe in virgin board,
Can city life save your Bhadraized soul,
And can you teach me how to live real slow?

Well, I know that you're deep in shit
`cause I saw you living in a pit.
You both didn't get your dues.
Man, I dig those HRA blues.

We were lonely AUTs broke in buck
With a dream in life ,didn't know life would s*ck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the posting arrived.

I started singin', (Loudly)
"So bye-bye, PSPD KOVAAII."
Lots of water and steam,
But the life was dry,
And the bad old boys were pulping trash and time
Singin', "this'll be the plant where I'll die.
"this'll be the plant where I'll die.."

Oh, and while Baapu was looking around,
Manoj found his future ground.
The sigma 11 was adjourned;
And a member never returned.
And while Clone n Choch crushed wood and bark,
And JD practiced biking in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
"So bye-bye, PSPD KOVAAII."
Lots of water and steam,
But the life was dry,
And the bad old boys were pulping trash and time
Singin', "this'll be the plant where I'll die.
"this'll be the plant where I'll die.."

I met an asshole ,You know Who
And I asked him for some happy news,
But he just frowned and turned away.
I went down to the HR door
Where I'd heard the music in Chennai before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the machine screamed,
The Auts cried, and the management dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The hope bells all were broken.
And the three unit I hate the most:
Kovai, Tribeni, and the Bhadra ghost,
They are forcing me to the last recourse
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, PSPD KOVAAII."
Lots of water and steam,
But the life was dry,
And the bad old boys were pulping trash and time
Singin', "this'll be the plant where I'll die.
"this'll be the plant where I'll die.."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, PSPD KOVAAII."
Lots of water and steam,
But the life was dry,
And them bad old boys were pulping trash and time
Singin', "this'll be the plant where I'll die.
"this'll be the plant where I'll die.."

*Real names withheld due to security reasons :)