Those were the good old days,
Full of masti and reckless ways,

Those were the days of Knags and coffee,
When we flocked to Nirulas for samplers free,

Those were the days of guest nights and hostel nights,
Just to be there guys would fight,

Those were the days of bunking classes,
Then staying awake late to finish the courses,

Those were the days of chanakyas and priyas,
Of noodles and momos to treat us,

Those were the days of rock shows and fests,
Of dolling up and sending requests,

Those were the good old days,
Full of masti and reckless ways