IIFT Diaries #101
Every day, same fight Trying again with all my might To avoid any sleep During the lecture of Mr. Jaydeep One slide comes, another slide goes What you speak seems verbose The words you highlight Are they not spelled right Nothing seems familiar, it’s all international But we all love you, Mr. Singhal Miss Symss, you are so full of credit But I don’t understand one bit of it When you teach, my headlight dims In a pool of dark water, my dead brain swims Miss Ruppal, the way you go Speaking in one flow I wonder if you breathe Or you are a sword forever out of its sheathe Miss Parul, when you say, ‘right’ Your eyes shine bright Then your forehead folds into a crease And out of your mouth comes, ‘QUIET PLEASE’ Tick tick tick Bring me a stick Hush hush hush Sir please elaborate, don’t you rush Has it been a day or a week Mr. Das, time stands still when you speak Your lecture sounds like a lullaby