CS-2 (2007 Batch)

"Why are you so late",

As always I stood silent,wait!

I am not the only one,pupil follows,

And the class starts with vows and hows.

I start from the right corner

There you find Sumit Jain and "her".

Behind them,the over matured bookworms

like Bansal,the toilers,brain storms.

Behind him is the one of a kind category

Teacher's pet,Manish and Kavita,Shikha's dowry.

Still behind them is the fluctuating Sheetal.

Disrespcting teachers is her job,fatal!

Moving a row to the left,

The powerpuff girls take charge,

Namita with her powerful voice,no heft.

Sneha and Surabhi follows with balanced heft.

Then follows Sweta,Rashmi and Richa.

The sincere people of the class.

With studies and fun in their glass.

Rajhree fainting, not any more, out of the mass.

Behind the lovely ladies is a different class.

Self isolated little pupil just "in the class".

Just besides them lays the Sapra family.

The carefree,careless,spoiled,cool silly boys.

The penless illiterate teacher commenting people.

The joker,the escapist,the deceiver - the kin.

Always distributing smiles even to ma'am,not a sin.

Scolded a million billion times,stubborn people.

As we move ahead,the degree of studiousness increases.

From the Rahuls to the alpha male,it never decreases.

They even think about studies as their dream girls.

Without any glamour,CS-2 still produces glamorous girls.

Moving to the extreme left corner

The mistaken genuises are not horners.

Golu and Pandey are the perfect soft targets.

Prateek and Nibble.Why do I always forget?

Vageesh and Vaibhav are class apart

Ruchi and Ramita are the posh focussed people.

Shekhar and Shiffa are still in school, not a mart.

Shweta is one of the missed out peoples.

Vikrant and Shubham manage to score well,

Coz they study,umlike me,Ritz,Batki and Sahil

Who just manage to step forward living on the edge.

Hope our unity stays strong and never fudge.

Mother!!!

Walking down the miserable road,
With tears in her eyes load.
She was blinded with the golden memories,
Only her mother visible with happy cherries.

Being a mother herself,
She struggled to calm herself.
She left home to go back home,
To ignite her mother's bones.

Sitting at the station
With her man's shoulder to cry on.
Waiting for the angel of destiny,
She went nostalgic in a jiffy.

From the moving window,she saw
A whole family toiling,with every kin,now!
They were unified and not separated.
Unlike Sheila,who felt like an infant,isolated!

Sheila had two reasons to live on,
Though she was the reason herself,until dawn.
Cardiac arrest didn't do justice.
Took away a soul,a woman sacrificed.

She loved Sheila more than GOD
But what can anyone do?
Nothing helps,words,tears not even food!
Everything now,seems very odd!

The food doesn't taste the same.
The wind doesn't feel the same.
The people don't look the same.
The eyes don't see the same.

Everything's changed,everythind's different.
The childhood memories were just for a moment.
People passing by with looks full of sympathy
Didn't feel good at all,what a pity!

May be the religious customs didn't help.
May be the voodoos couldn't be felt.
Death is inevitable believe it or not.
But still,valiantly,the heart of love fought!!!

Sudden Death

Eyes-blinked,
ball ricochetted.

Penalty missed,
Dreams shattered.

Miserable sky,
Tears in the eye.

Journey over,
Face cover.

Nation lost,
Defeat-hated most.

Hearts broken,
Heads shaken.

Stunned silence,
Without violence.

Impossible,
I am possible.

World ends,
Heart fails.

Tongue swallowed,
Life ended.

Sudden death,
Unfair earth.

Harold and Kumar

Food is what we live to eat and the hunger is interminable.
They were fed up with the food here which was abominable.
Harold(Ritvik) and Kumar(Shivi) unanimously decided,
They needed to have shorma with mayonnaise, undisputed.

Mode of transport was the biggest problem standing our way.
Harold coined with the idea to borrow a bike for the day.
Kumar called up his neighbour and convinced him to have the keys.
They were so excited that shorma was the only thing that he sees.

For the love of shorma,they committed a mistake in a hurry.
They didn't confirm the vehicle id,and had their brains bury.
They took away a different model owned by someone else.
Every little errand was run through this heisted bike,pulse by pulse.

No sooner did they cross the border than the call from hell came in.
Kumar was petrified on hearing that the police was searchin.
They cleverly flew past the blood sucking cops all over.
As they returned to the society,they met SATAN (all over).

The inspector took both of them to the police station.
The scenario was so humiliating and the fucking confrontation.
SATAN(the inspector) gave us the worst time of our lives.
Awe-struck they looked at each other,strictly,no high fives.

The very idea of spending a night in jail was horrifying.
The bright future was all dark,the scenario was petrifying.
The inspector was laying no mercy upon the mistaken criminals,
The stories of student robberies were all in the journals.

The Devil was ready with the accusations
He fired continuously with impact situations,
Until the angel of hope,the owner arrived,
He took back his FIR and a little relief was derived.

After a lot of threats and pleading and anal extensions
They were set free ,sighing and fading tensions.
They finally got to the right bike and fuel,
God turned satan took no bribe,kewl.

The long awaited shorma with mayonnaise was in their mouths,
The trip was extended with places in the South.
From eating jail food to shorma was an unforgettable journey
All because of the hunger and the passion and the money.

Karma- The Reincarnation

It all started with the song "Dream On" by Aerosmith
I remembered a dumb soccer mate ,Smith.
I wish I could give him a brutal death.
I wish I knew 'The Grand Conjuration' by Opeth.

Let me describe a disturbing dream with brutal images.
I was a knight of the Gupta dynasty,reigning for ages.
It was a holocaust of the blood sucking Mughals.
I had a valiant troop and I topped all the yells.

I stabbed almost 100 single handedly,dominating.
Not for long,when their reinforcement arrived,assassinating.
Soon I was the only Gupta alive,
There was no turning back now and I barged in ,a dive.

The consequence of the dive was dreadful,not good at all.
I had 5 swords in my abdomen,and 7 in all.
Lying on the muddy battleground,I could still breathe.
I didn't even close my eyes,I could see myself bleed.

In a blink,my life has fast forwarded itself to 2009.
I am living in Noida with 6 homies of mine.
And I realize I have a twin brother,still Guptas.
My homies were the past Mughals, again a mass.

MY brother helped in bringing conflagration in the contemporary world.
We devised of a simple yet perfect assassination,for the world.
I arranged two swords and a meeting with the Mughals.
Vengeance was on my mind,I needed to kill the Mughals.

Even though there was no killing in our current lives.
But the rage of revenge changed me from being a naive.
I stabbed each and every one of them,with excessive bleeding.
They were not dead yet,and I said, "I don't like you all breathing."

With wrath in my eyes and the mortal brutality in my head
I shunned their innocent faces and the reason they demanded.
Just at that very moment I mercilessly beheaded every head off that body.
I found peace in the falling of the Mughal heads and was heading to Saudi.

As soon as I wiped off the blood off my swords,I heard something noisy.
It was my mom screaming at me,because I slept for 15 hours straight and cosy.
The dream was over,I could see myself smile to commit a holocaust.
I was glad to see my elder brother,I got gobsmacked to see the sword's cost.

The cost was something used in the Gupta dynasty ,and they hanged in my drawing room.
The most eerie event ,I met a guy who looked exactly like me with the same hairstyle.
Well things still live in my mind,I hope its just a file.
May be this is the end and only limited to my room.

The class commencement

I saw myself playing for Arsenal in the UEFA Champions League
A total of 5 defenders were beaten and we were in the lead.
The goal was guarded,but I had my shot taken,
I was close to glory then a kick taken.
My ass was hit and I was on the floor
My eyes opened wider than a vagina,"I am not a whore."

My roomie woke me up because we were late,
The European dream was just an imaginary date.
I took a glimpse at my alarm clock.
Flabergasted by it I felt I had a shot of the glock.

I felt some fire in my stomach.
May be it was the fire shot from yesterday night.
I could have the perfect date tonight.
I barged in the toilet like a truck.
I found a vacant water closet by luck.

While using the WC I put the toothbrush in my mouth.
The water was cold.Now I was heading south.
I pulled off my towel from the clothesline
I rushed to the mess for breakfast in line.

I stuffed my mouth with toast
The mess was full from coast to coast.
The tea was made a one time shot.
The uncombed hair style was not at all hot.

The college was half a kilometer away.
The wrist watch was going to die away.
It was like I was running a marathon.
I was exhausted and the class was on.

15 minutes late I reached the classroom door,
My hair was dripping wet and the scene was sore.
THe interrupted adn irate ma'am gave me a disapproving look
From top to bottom,she let me in,even without the book.


I could not shake off the sleep from last night.
I banged my head on the desk,and ma'am was right.
She scolded me to remain standing for the rest of the class,
I couldn't contorl my dizziness and I saw myslef out of the class.

Well things didnt get over right away
Next I saw myslef in the HOD's way.
He gave the longest lecture in the history of the universe,
Above all I survived the class and this way I end this verse.

The same story repeats again and again everyday
Like a repeated song in a playlist,anyway.
Classes and college is life is fun
This we observe when we leave in a run.

The other side of Life

This is my life,its not one, it was before
I never thot this wud happen,now its all over.
My son in law cud be a satan,I never knew.
That son of a whore,didnt miss the opportunity to sue.

Well now I leave all this behind
And move on,I was living in a rind.
I am left no money,I am absolutely skint.
I roam around,looking everywhere for "the hint".

I needed reasons to live ,I had no choice
But to sit around temples,hearing the voice.
I am a beggar now,with no employment.
I live on other's income,without entertainment.

Life could be such a fucking bitch
I coud not believe,I was so rich.
Now I live like a thousand others
Homeless and hungry,no desires.

I sleep on the footpath sharing a blanket.
Well only my feet escaped the cold,
I was not a swindler or a decadent,but bold.
I used to rule and now I was ruled by Plunkett.

He was the holy priest in the church
I was looking for shelter-the perfect search.
I had the footpath of the bridge as my home.
I discovered peace which was not in hoenymoonish Rome.

I immolated myself to bless my own self.
I was as successful as Michael Phelps.
I used my conversational skills to beg for money
I conflagarated my ego to just live on the meagre money.

I happened to fight with dogs for one slice of bread
After eating enough I shared my food with Fred.
He was a limping dog.I had forgotten how to smile.
Only a fake smile for the tourists once a while.

I had no record of time,I used to see my beard
It grew longer than usual,and things vaguely heard.
My skin was a little eerie,with layers all over
Objects looked dizzy even during daylight,end was near.

Throughout my life I never believed in God
But one day I saw sth in Fred's eyes
It turned white and in a jiffy ,byes.
Everything was white and then black
It was like a glock shot and I was odd.

Nobody knew about me,I laid there for a week
Until the nagar nigam took me,because I was stinking and weak.
To seek happiness and joy I had began my journey
But this sad end,was told by the Attorney.