Of first vodkas and gin

When in my teens,
I wanted freedom
To party, to date
And for staying up late!
But All i got was more restrictions
Mumma's scoldings
and Dad's jurisdiction!

Days passed and i came to college
With dreams with hope
And a fantasy to elope :)

Those Assignments and tutorials
just made us sick
but partying hard later
always did the trick!

Those were the days..
Of crushes and of heart breaks
Of Staying up all night
and setting things straight!

Of first vodkas and gin
and those guilt pangs within
Of night outs on the beach
and worried friends to preach!

Now i look back, I'm longing for those days
am sick and tired of this wild goose chase
for happiness , for love
for the money and the fame
for hikes and appraisals
which sound so lame

No screaming no shouting
Am in a perfect frame
And as they say
Its all part of the game..