The Hangover

They say it doesn't last,
a shower and a day past
I knew mine would differ,
'cos the high wasn't of any liquor.

It began a few months back,
when they chose the ingredients pack...
The drink was then brewed,
The progress, every few days, we reviewed

The day to open drinks arrived,
Luck this time, seemed on our side...
but oh, were there ever a story,
without a crisis or a tragedy

Throngs of people materialised,
following as if the piper pied
All wanting to say they were part of it,
caring not much to take in the spirit..

To them, we did as much we could cater,
this being the drink's only part bitter.
Others took in as much as they could,
The drink, to stop, was just too pseude.

I too gulped in as much time permitted,
Had a lot, but was never satiated.
Drinking alongside, I had eight companions,
What with baanding, desking, cycle-walk & spaciousness.

Then were others, who did as much,
in their own ways, making the drink such
"Twas a gala celebration we did host,
to all who helped, I toast...

I'll remember the times I spent,
the 1st day queue, SAC and Menlo tent
bots fought bots and botters, coords
BDP worked and Coanda flew against all odds

The lec-dems never faced audience dearth,
admist quotes to save planet earth...
I am still hung, 10 days after the drink got over,
Yes you got it, it's the Shaastra hangover!!!

Note: kudos to all who made it possible, and of course, the QT