January 21, 2009

The Classroom

Credit, Debit
Debit, Credit
Oh, why did I rank in civils merit
To land in a school where I don't fit

Torture has many forms,
And the classroom has many norms
If you don't believe me,
The sleeping beauties Dubey, Shanteswar et al you must see

You won't understand this unless you zoom
Close to the faces of Nethrapal,
And other victims of the classroom
Who daily get mentally halal

But then there are a few,
Who find Income Tax Act juicy
These keen-types are quite a view:
Mini, Modi, and Princy

But behold!
Emulate the keen types, fellow probationer
There is going to be lot of load,
Once the worthless you becomes an assistant commissioner

3 comments:

Absolutely Lost said...

Ab poem bhi likhne laga :)

Smarak said...

jab classes jhelau ho to kuch bhi aadmi likhta hai

Unknown said...

ahaa..not for nothing they say that every black cloud has a silver lining..see how this gruelling routine of urs is bringing out your aesthetic side..keep the poems rolling...