Between the people, she roused,
Five were pillars and five were floors,
Dream’s were walls and co-operation were goals.
This was nothing but TCC boards.

Together we planned, together we sowed,
Together we crossed, the hurdles by own.
But the ship is full of, hope of all,
So, how can a thrust be let it fall?
She marched the race and crossed the gates,
And now the dates at IT age,
She feels proud and loved by Crowds.
She glitters those who come close,
She flickers those who make it rouse.

She opens and closes the sessions of history
Breaking the eggs of product-watch mystery!
With, diversive seminars and conversive GDs
She helped the people to call them techies.
She served the techies with entertainment,
Within the halls of infotainment.

This is all about her glorious body,
But soul is deeper than figurative lobby,
Now she is ready for a new voyage
Under the hands of millennium privilege.
The ship is headed by a technology flag
Written on which the millennium slogan
“We talk technology”

TCC: Technocrat’s Club
GD: Group Discussion