How I Killed Time During Boring Lectures

It is amazing how we tend to forget things about ourselves that others remember. Today in the morning, I was chatting to an old friend, and "baaton baaton mein" he reminded me of the silly poems I used to write while attending boring lectures when in the first year of my MBA education. Ctrl+F and a couple of minutes later, I was able to open the long forgotten folder. Read through the twenty-five odd document files, and to say that the feeling of nostalgia was overwhelming would be an understatement. The topic ranged from campus gossip, professors, philosophy and everything else that can be categorised as crap. Wanna share a couple of them. These really are silly poems and have the ability to make Wordsworth and Keats turn in their graves. Please don't hate me for wasting your time. To be on the safer side, I will just post a couple of them.

This one was written in an Human Resource Management class. The very name of the subject still makes me yawn.

HRM

The class began right at the stroke of eleven
I sullenly opened my notebook and picked up my pen
The attendance got over, and she clicked on an icon
And the slides started rolling, on and on and on...

Five minutes later, I had lost track of the topic
So I laid my head on the desk and pretended to be sick
But I guess I had played this trick too often in the term
Coz I was woken up quite early with a rebuke too firm

I had to sit straight now with my eyes open wide
Coz Ms. Snigdha Patnaik's order, I just had to abide
But little did she know that I’d learnt something new
To sleep with open eyelids, an art mastered by few

Thus that's how HRM went for me, the entire term one
Often I tried to stay awake, but it could never be done
So now I wait for end term with fear in my heart
Coz, an F in HRM would really set me apart


This one is about Prof. P. K. Mishra, who had a thick growth of facial hair, was technologically challenged, and would frown upon any interaction between a boy and a girl.

P K Mishra

P.K Mishra, P.K Mishra, Why don't you shave?
You yourself are so funny, and you expect us to behave!!
You're so clumsy with the keyboard when its in your hand
It’s the most boring subject, but we're forced to attend

Who gave you the idea to separate a boy from a girl?
Don’t you know it just adds to make the class more dull??
With your senseless garble, you put us all to sleep
But the fear of been caught prevents it from being deep

But we love you PK Mishra, because the way you teach
The way you choose your words, they sting us like a leech
But wish you spoke more softly, so that I could sleep
Then your sweet memory, forever I’ll keep

Disclaimer: Nothing personal against anyone and all that shit.