Ricky Phoolka, we met you when we were nine 

We were best friends in no time 

Together we were a team, 

cricket, football, always mean 

Massive joora, but the girls found you just fine! 

Your mum’s Pinnis, delicious and so fine 

Privileged we were to share that love 

They will make you big and strong she said, 

So we always ate some right before bed 

Spirit of an explorer, 

took to adventure like none, and above all 

We remember your photography, 

always exemplary 

Bikes, trucks, cars anything went, 

for you no obstacle too great to bend 

Stand-up guy, ever-loyal friend, 

and a proper fighter to the end 

Mistakes some, but corrections quick, 

led you to be a successful Rick 

Free spirit like the air and sea 

Mountains and deserts you conquered them all 

Our times we will always cherish and remember 

Seems like a second ago, memories so real, 

they burn like embers 

We know you’re somewhere there, 

your spirit still free 

And forever and always shining down on us 

We think of your family and a life far too short 

The grief they feel we cannot comprehend, 

and we keep thinking of you our friend 

Now all we can do is pray for you, 

while we know you smile on us from there 

So bitter to bear in the end, 

for now, nothing else to say but… …..

farewell my friend! ~ Karan Bolaria, Rajdeep Sekhon, Haripal Nakai 

Batch of ‘95