my wonderful mother
the lovely mrs. revathi sridhar
she is the height of cool
she gave birth to no fool
and hope this makes her burst out with laughter
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
dedicated to grandma
take a bit of a lovely lady
add to her a bit of a wonderful man
you will get a cute little baby
who grew up and wrote this poetry under the influence of a beer can
childhood is a very vague blur
all i have from those days are the photos, which i look at and wonder
were my eyes really as big as a coin worth 5 rupees
and gosh! i had really chubby cheeks
people say i was a real good kid
never cried for anything like almost every child did
but supposedly the only thing that would make my heart race
was rama's friend hanuman's mace
then came the days of school
the place which was the height of cool
the memories from this place are dear
and ill miss that place for sure
like ashwin says we blinked once probably twice
and that place seemed out of sight
but in the interim the days were with fun mixed
with teachers both lenient and strict
life in the junior college was at its best
it was filed with enjoyment, happiness and my closest friends
we showed g'/g was actually dash
and with rockets flying everywhere ulka's lectures were quite a bash
we lived a life completely carefree
at 40 rupees the triple schezwan in the canteen was quite a treat
classes were bunked and enjoyed in the theatres
the phrase life's good never seemed truer
in the vacation went to manali
the place where i would love to live my life in finally
i have never enjoyed myself more thoroughly
but like all great things it too ended rather quickly
then came to college over here
lived with grandma in the 1st year
college in the 1st year flew away alike a breeze
leaving behind memories bitter and sweet
and then one fine day,
grandma decided to go to a place far far away
i felt bad, for i never got to tell her
how much i loved her in every single way
life got back to being usual
only difference i moved into the hostel
friends were the people who made life happy
and in that breed i had quite a many
though i used to see her daily
one day she gave me a new sense of vague familiarity
i thought and thought and it struck me
she was the girl in my dreams, walking in my reality
i asked her out with some trepidation
she rejected me without any hesitation
it was too late before i realized it was never meant to be
all the while she had someone else in her heart you see
i don't know who to blame for this fault
all i can say is it was raining when i went to sell salt
the ocean is filed with fish i know
ill find a beautiful one, before long I'm sure
well, this is my story till now,
hopefully i do something that'll make you go wow!
ill append this poem some other day
when i have something more to say!!!
add to her a bit of a wonderful man
you will get a cute little baby
who grew up and wrote this poetry under the influence of a beer can
childhood is a very vague blur
all i have from those days are the photos, which i look at and wonder
were my eyes really as big as a coin worth 5 rupees
and gosh! i had really chubby cheeks
people say i was a real good kid
never cried for anything like almost every child did
but supposedly the only thing that would make my heart race
was rama's friend hanuman's mace
then came the days of school
the place which was the height of cool
the memories from this place are dear
and ill miss that place for sure
like ashwin says we blinked once probably twice
and that place seemed out of sight
but in the interim the days were with fun mixed
with teachers both lenient and strict
life in the junior college was at its best
it was filed with enjoyment, happiness and my closest friends
we showed g'/g was actually dash
and with rockets flying everywhere ulka's lectures were quite a bash
we lived a life completely carefree
at 40 rupees the triple schezwan in the canteen was quite a treat
classes were bunked and enjoyed in the theatres
the phrase life's good never seemed truer
in the vacation went to manali
the place where i would love to live my life in finally
i have never enjoyed myself more thoroughly
but like all great things it too ended rather quickly
then came to college over here
lived with grandma in the 1st year
college in the 1st year flew away alike a breeze
leaving behind memories bitter and sweet
and then one fine day,
grandma decided to go to a place far far away
i felt bad, for i never got to tell her
how much i loved her in every single way
life got back to being usual
only difference i moved into the hostel
friends were the people who made life happy
and in that breed i had quite a many
though i used to see her daily
one day she gave me a new sense of vague familiarity
i thought and thought and it struck me
she was the girl in my dreams, walking in my reality
i asked her out with some trepidation
she rejected me without any hesitation
it was too late before i realized it was never meant to be
all the while she had someone else in her heart you see
i don't know who to blame for this fault
all i can say is it was raining when i went to sell salt
the ocean is filed with fish i know
ill find a beautiful one, before long I'm sure
well, this is my story till now,
hopefully i do something that'll make you go wow!
ill append this poem some other day
when i have something more to say!!!
Saturday, July 7, 2007
the education counsellor
Well its that time of the year again, when board results come out and every student, their parent and aunties(espcially the aunties) start worrying about admissions. Well, as the number of counsellors aint that great, and the quality of advice that they give at brst average, most of these people(espceially the aunties) turn to half baked experts like myself, who in turn show off to the best of their abilities at these moments.
The need for counselling is obvious. For one most of these students are stupid. There was this guy(most of us arent too sure about his gender act, but we assume he is a guy) in my batch at junior college. He secured a top 10 rank at the C.E.T. And in spite of this the guy fills in 100 choices in his choice list. Every choice there is, he filled it. I mean he is assured of the 1st choice. so why bother.
But in any case its fun to counsel the students. Mostly what i do is listen, then add a few cliched comments like those marks are not bad(euphemism for, ure fucked, bro), a friend of mine got into abc college wit the marks you got(obviously i forgot to mention that he got it via the management quota) so on and so forth.
Obviously, I have also been guilty of taking counsel from seniors. Ask them all the details that they can provide, and am not sure how much of it i will use. Hopefully do use the advice properly and also that they were not using euphemisms when talking to me.
The need for counselling is obvious. For one most of these students are stupid. There was this guy(most of us arent too sure about his gender act, but we assume he is a guy) in my batch at junior college. He secured a top 10 rank at the C.E.T. And in spite of this the guy fills in 100 choices in his choice list. Every choice there is, he filled it. I mean he is assured of the 1st choice. so why bother.
But in any case its fun to counsel the students. Mostly what i do is listen, then add a few cliched comments like those marks are not bad(euphemism for, ure fucked, bro), a friend of mine got into abc college wit the marks you got(obviously i forgot to mention that he got it via the management quota) so on and so forth.
Obviously, I have also been guilty of taking counsel from seniors. Ask them all the details that they can provide, and am not sure how much of it i will use. Hopefully do use the advice properly and also that they were not using euphemisms when talking to me.
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