[Instruments/Arrangement]
Acoustic guitar or sarod arpeggios, tanpura drone, warm harmonium pads, dholak/tabla groove, bansuri fills, hand-clap rhythm; medium upbeat, major key, group backing vocals for call-and-response.
[Verse 1]
We rolled up light — suits with sneakers, smiles and jokes,
Long line, we waved — somehow we became the spokes.
From ramen nights to boardroom lights, the glow is real,
Boss moves, busted blunders — now we sign the seal.
[Pre-Chorus]
Bags by the door, training shoes put to rest,
Night-shifts paid the bills — now we wear our best.
No more small-town doubts, just dholak’s rhythm bright,
Tonight we trade the worry for lanterns and light.
[Chorus]
Raise your glass — mic drop.
From ramen nights to boardroom lights.
Dance like the IPO forgot our names.
Toast to wins and the crazy games.
Lead: "Mic drop!" Crowd: "Woo!"
[Verse 2]
My bot wrote a roast and then it sang the tune (no shame),
Car alarm turned chorus — neighbors joined the boon.
Training shoes by the cake, the treadmill took a rest,
Wrong trophy on the mantle — still we call it best.
Call it luck or hustle, we stitched chaos into art,
From bug fixes to bench press reps — we played our part.
[Pre-Chorus Variation]
Phones tucked away, the moon’s our evening cue,
Deadlines turned to confetti — we stitched the sky in blue.
Remember when the office fridge stole every lunch? (true)
Now the fridge is open, name on the plate — we chew.
[Chorus]
Raise your glass — mic drop.
From ramen nights to boardroom lights.
Now the village bell plays our old caller tune.
We laugh so loud the night becomes our moon.
Lead: "Mic drop!" Crowd: "Woo!"
[Bridge]
Jeet ki party, bhai — celebrate loud and bright,
Humne bhi sone pe suhaaga khaya last night. (ha!)
A running joke — the wrong trophy still on the sill,
Every time we pass it, we take another swill.
[Rhythmic Folk Spoken Bridge — Call & Response]
Leader: I pitched a dream — the elder smiled, signed right away. Group: "Ha!"
Leader: My code found a bug, then danced into the day. Group: "Ha!"
Leader: Boss asked for polish — I sent glitter and a song. Group: "Ha!"
Leader: We swapped the stress for confetti all night long. Group: "Ha!"
Leader: Treadmill said, "No more," it couldn’t keep our pace. Group: "Ho!"
Leader: Bought a little car — it asked to join the race. Group: "Ho!"
Leader: Bot roasted an ex, then baked a sorry cake. Group: "Ha!"
Leader: We celebrated so hard, even the sweets awake. Group: "Ha!"
(Hand-clap cadence between each line, dholak hits on the downbeat)
[Chorus — Final Run]
Barsaao glass — mic drop.
From ramen nights to boardroom lights.
Wrong trophy’s podium? No — we made it our throne.
Treadmill’s filing grievances — we danced it to the bone.
Raise your glass — one more verse, one more jest.
We came from little, now we jest with the best.
Lead: "Mic drop!" Crowd: "Woo!" (Group harmonies on the last line)
[Outro]
Here’s to late-night code and early-morning reps,
To busted plans, loud laughs, and overbooked steps.
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