It was a hot day. A hot, sunny day. A hot, sunny, sweaty day. A hot, sunny, sweaty, worthy-of-numerous-more-such-adjectives day. The point is, I was irritated. It was a Wednesday, which was a Friday, since the Thursday in question was a holiday. Also because I had shifted the Friday classes to Wednesday, to give all us rustic dudes a long weekend to wear crazy costumes, paint ourselves in myriad colors and go around shouting 'Pongalooooo Pongal'. The point of course, is that sitting in class on any day that precedes a holiday is pure torture. Then again, of late, sitting in class is pure torture.
My department is something of a paradox. The paradox, of course, is that it exists. It's also a very interesting setting for statistical analysis - what are the odds, you wonder, of having the most inane minds in the world cooped up in a single department? Irony would also find himself at home - it is, inexplicably, among most vaunted department in college.
That's not to say we don't have good teachers. It is to say we have too many bad ones.
Anyway, the point being that sometimes the drill gets to you, and you do crazy things. Some people gesticulate, others pinch the guy next to them, others sing and still others appreciate them. Most scribble and nod idly at the teacher. Many message. A few even finish off their con-calls during particularly insipid times. Reports claim that a minority even try paying attention, sick with the world and wanting deliverance.
I decided to put all that irritation to good use, and write a couplet every class I feel bored. Ergo, this, the first in the series affectionately and optimistically titled, Rhyme Sine Dine. The title for this one is, "The one with bananas and tails"
The one with bananas and tails.
He will move mountains
Swallow whole seas
Maybe once we wean him
Away from his trees.
His grading is clairvoyant
Do not whine and weep
The first semester will say
What the last one keeps.
Ignorance courts incompetence
Ego is strife
Us inured - In his classroom,
This is life.
2 comments:
nice poem dat one da.... and dont worry the subject of the poem will need more than seven lives to decipher it( if he is as useless as now in other lives also :D ).....
:) I know i know :D Thankoo...
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