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

I understand nothing, everything goes by

Now Sameer has a doubt

Do tell me what it is about

Always so serious, why are you Vikram

Bring along some whiskey and a little rum

A thousand affirming ‘Yes’es

I uttered in my classes

Many times I nodded

While somebody else responded

Then I realise, I am being shaken

And Chan muttering, ‘Manish, wake up!! The attendance is about to be taken’

(To be continued......)

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