This dark young fellow with low confidence
Is a professor here with unfortunate co incidence
He tries to be smart desperately
But to none s surprise fails miserably.
Even his colleagues hold him in contempt
His words to them seems tools of torment
We are disgusted by him to say the least
He is really a sort of idiotic beast
He talks with his eyes searching the ground
And mumbles nonsense and moves around
He speaks in a language unknown to us
Though we decide to ignore and avoid any fuss
He leaves the board dirty and untidy
At the end of his class we are really free.
Blessed are those who are sent out of his class
For being late or ‘disturbing’ the mass
His stupid intellect used to entertain us before
Now he has reduced to a big time bore.
He loves to give poor marks
Because he got those in his days
Please don’t mind or follow whatever he says.
His knowledge is limited so is his vocabulary
I am in his class Oh I am really sorry
How are the two more years going to go
With him around I don’t know
He is fondly and dearly called Ponga
The thing he best fits in is a tribal tonga.
Thursday, 17 April 2008
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Gift of Freedom...
Give freedom its worth
It’s the only thing you possess from birth.
Just because it’s the cage you can’t see
It doesn’t mean you are free
Don’t make yourself a matter of mirth
.
Of courage there is no dearth
Just a spark is required, kindled from the flaming hearth.
Show the people on the earth
When there is a clear sky
You have got what it takes to fly high
Friends its time now, awake
Just for your own sake.
Life is the chance for you to take.
Without freedom your living is fake.
It’s the gift of freedom, priceless of all
Give it to yourself and stand tall
Its an achievement, this freedom,
That is achieved only by some.
But they are the happiest lot
They want no more after what they have got.
Its already late, don’t waste any more time
Not listening to your soul is the greatest crime
Hurry, break the wall
Break your own fall
Break the shackles put on you
They were put on before you even knew.
Make a choice, let it prevail
Do you want to live in the jail?
Or do you want to do want to do what you desire?
Then open your eyes and see the fire
Set it upon your gaol and people would admire.
Wear the freedom’s attire, with pride,
Believe me, happiness will be on your side
The choice is yours, and the pleasure is mine
The gift of freedom is exquisitely fine.
It’s the only thing you possess from birth.
Just because it’s the cage you can’t see
It doesn’t mean you are free
Don’t make yourself a matter of mirth
.
Of courage there is no dearth
Just a spark is required, kindled from the flaming hearth.
Show the people on the earth
When there is a clear sky
You have got what it takes to fly high
Friends its time now, awake
Just for your own sake.
Life is the chance for you to take.
Without freedom your living is fake.
It’s the gift of freedom, priceless of all
Give it to yourself and stand tall
Its an achievement, this freedom,
That is achieved only by some.
But they are the happiest lot
They want no more after what they have got.
Its already late, don’t waste any more time
Not listening to your soul is the greatest crime
Hurry, break the wall
Break your own fall
Break the shackles put on you
They were put on before you even knew.
Make a choice, let it prevail
Do you want to live in the jail?
Or do you want to do want to do what you desire?
Then open your eyes and see the fire
Set it upon your gaol and people would admire.
Wear the freedom’s attire, with pride,
Believe me, happiness will be on your side
The choice is yours, and the pleasure is mine
The gift of freedom is exquisitely fine.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
why am i here...?
I had a dream once
But fate didn’t give me a chance
To realize them
Harsh realities blurred my aim
And I reduced to nothing but shame
There is a question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
Now I look at the looming darkness and stare
Asking a question that’s fair
What in life have I found?
“Nothing” the answer echoes all around.
Is this the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I search for happiness and hope
My soul wants to embrace freedom and elope
I want to sleep in the cradle of nature
Even She doesn’t pay heed to the need of my stature.
That is the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I feel I am tired of this world
I don’t have the courage to be bold
I am aware of my eminent doom
I think it will be over for me soon.
My soul is knocking on Heavens door
I love that song and want to listen more.
Then a lonely stranger comes out of a blind alley
I step aside from my confused road and realize my folly
Happiness is not what something you pursue
You make people happy and it comes to you.
I have my answers to the question I cried
I believe my known stranger and stand beside.
But fate didn’t give me a chance
To realize them
Harsh realities blurred my aim
And I reduced to nothing but shame
There is a question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
Now I look at the looming darkness and stare
Asking a question that’s fair
What in life have I found?
“Nothing” the answer echoes all around.
Is this the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I search for happiness and hope
My soul wants to embrace freedom and elope
I want to sleep in the cradle of nature
Even She doesn’t pay heed to the need of my stature.
That is the question my mind has to bear
What am I doing and why am I here?
I feel I am tired of this world
I don’t have the courage to be bold
I am aware of my eminent doom
I think it will be over for me soon.
My soul is knocking on Heavens door
I love that song and want to listen more.
Then a lonely stranger comes out of a blind alley
I step aside from my confused road and realize my folly
Happiness is not what something you pursue
You make people happy and it comes to you.
I have my answers to the question I cried
I believe my known stranger and stand beside.
Wednesday, 13 February 2008
Demand of D-Day...
I can make you laugh, I can make you cry
Don’t give up upon me, its worth a try,
Because that is all you do in the only one life
Gimme a chance, its too short for any strife.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
A little bit of happiness, the rest is sorrow
Life is today, there is no tomorrow.
You can only make people happy, and see it in their eyes
Feel it yourself, only evil denies.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
You are a part of my fantasies,
I could make it in yours with ease
We can make it,
we don’t have to fake it.
Can’t you see I am hopeless, I crave for some care
I have a reason to beg, some warmth from the fire
I want a place in your story, your only one
I will fill it with colors, second to none.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
Don’t give up upon me, its worth a try,
Because that is all you do in the only one life
Gimme a chance, its too short for any strife.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
A little bit of happiness, the rest is sorrow
Life is today, there is no tomorrow.
You can only make people happy, and see it in their eyes
Feel it yourself, only evil denies.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
You are a part of my fantasies,
I could make it in yours with ease
We can make it,
we don’t have to fake it.
Can’t you see I am hopeless, I crave for some care
I have a reason to beg, some warmth from the fire
I want a place in your story, your only one
I will fill it with colors, second to none.
Believe me,
I wanna do good, I wanna feel good
I wanna get what I deserve.
That’s why I pray to you, I beg of you
Because it all depends on your verve.
Friday, 8 February 2008
One more...
Be silent, if you are attending this class
Well if you are not then save your neighbor’s ass.
I’ll kill you he will bark, his voice modulation stark
His words though will fail to make a mark.
Get out of my class to someone he’ll say
The other guy was talking so he will have a look of dismay.
Catching the wrong guy every time is his ability
That’s makes us question his mental stability.
Oh his voice monotonous and dry
Can make any subject uninteresting if he’ll just try.
You’ll check your watch again and again
You’ll end his class almost an insane.
He appears to be a gentleman the way he speaks
You are mistaken, as his word consequently leaks.
You can barely hear him, you can figure out the word right
As he speaks with his lips pressed tight.
I find this fellow too much proud
I would have been happier if he was more loud.
You can make the class interesting, if you give yourself a task to complete…
Count the number of Rights per hour., I am sure there’s no one even to compete
His lectures and advices will give you headache
Genuineness of creativity needed for success’ sake.
I don’t know if he knows its meaning
His English is not that reassuring.
His name is .......(withheld)
While giving grades he is not a Santa.
A good point to end this note
His drawings are neat and great, upon which I dote.
Well if you are not then save your neighbor’s ass.
I’ll kill you he will bark, his voice modulation stark
His words though will fail to make a mark.
Get out of my class to someone he’ll say
The other guy was talking so he will have a look of dismay.
Catching the wrong guy every time is his ability
That’s makes us question his mental stability.
Oh his voice monotonous and dry
Can make any subject uninteresting if he’ll just try.
You’ll check your watch again and again
You’ll end his class almost an insane.
He appears to be a gentleman the way he speaks
You are mistaken, as his word consequently leaks.
You can barely hear him, you can figure out the word right
As he speaks with his lips pressed tight.
I find this fellow too much proud
I would have been happier if he was more loud.
You can make the class interesting, if you give yourself a task to complete…
Count the number of Rights per hour., I am sure there’s no one even to compete
His lectures and advices will give you headache
Genuineness of creativity needed for success’ sake.
I don’t know if he knows its meaning
His English is not that reassuring.
His name is .......(withheld)
While giving grades he is not a Santa.
A good point to end this note
His drawings are neat and great, upon which I dote.
Wednesday, 6 February 2008
Sorry Sir...
Some classes are interesting even before we enter them
My oh my! I am facing such classes this sem
He makes you “out”standing if u are late
Holding your ears for 120 seconds u laugh at your own fate
Its our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him, the poor old boy.
He is a crack we have decided unanimously
He talks to himself that he does generally
No one understands what he says, I don’t even try.
When he asks questions, I pretend to be shy
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy
The only thing I do is to see through the hour
Theory of structures is not my bread, the grapes are sour
What he explains is utter nonsense
When I say that it’s just an understatement
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy
He tries to make us laugh, successful in every single attempt
That’s because we hold his sense of humor in contempt
He is passionate about assignments god knows why
The abominal guy likes us to cry
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy.
I am racking my brains how to manage a B
My only concern is not to slide upon a P
I am coaxing my dad why he got me in here
It’s tough to bear without shedding a tear
I wish the time could fly
I can’t wait to say the man goodbye
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him
He likes to destroy.
My oh my! I am facing such classes this sem
He makes you “out”standing if u are late
Holding your ears for 120 seconds u laugh at your own fate
Its our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him, the poor old boy.
He is a crack we have decided unanimously
He talks to himself that he does generally
No one understands what he says, I don’t even try.
When he asks questions, I pretend to be shy
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy
The only thing I do is to see through the hour
Theory of structures is not my bread, the grapes are sour
What he explains is utter nonsense
When I say that it’s just an understatement
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy
He tries to make us laugh, successful in every single attempt
That’s because we hold his sense of humor in contempt
He is passionate about assignments god knows why
The abominal guy likes us to cry
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him the poor old boy.
I am racking my brains how to manage a B
My only concern is not to slide upon a P
I am coaxing my dad why he got me in here
It’s tough to bear without shedding a tear
I wish the time could fly
I can’t wait to say the man goodbye
It’s our Prof D .S .Roy
Pity upon him
He likes to destroy.
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