Poem - (Poor) Bhondu ka Eval

Composition based on BTP (final year BTech Project) evaluations

Bhondu is a ficitonal character of a final year BTech student under pressure of succesfully "passing" the (BTP) evaluation from the 10-strong panel of Professors. It is a short rhyme of how this poor guy managed to score an 'A' Grade in BTP where he was expecting nothing more than a C.

:-)
Bhondu ka Eval

Jeete raho jaagte raho thesis poori taapte raho
project ka program chale na chale
tum funda maarte raho.


Funda pilana kaam tumhara
isse bada naa dharam humaara
kitno mushkil ho kitno load
baki sab sune bas, tera funda bejod.


Aisa jaye eval humara
board ki ankhon me chamke tara
ho jayen dhanya sab
paakar aisa student nyara


C, D se kuch upar sochen
Prof sab ek se nahi hote
shakal surat ho teri kaisi bhi
Grade milega kaam dekh kar hi


Is se paakar kuch dilaasa
chala bhondu karne tamashaa
jaakar eval me khad geli baa
nikle na moonh se konho bhaasa


1 du go prof pooch bhi liye
humka samajh naa aayi, zara ee batawa priye
han sir, yeh sir, yeh to wo sir kar bhondu chakkar chalaya
prof logun ka phir lattu banaya


Bolat jayi bolat jayi
prof bhi sab sunat jayi
thank u ki slide bhi aayi
kya bola kya suna, bhondu ko kuch samajh naa aayi


Bahot hua teraa bahot saha
1 ne phir frust ho ke kaha
chal boriya bistar baandh CD uthaa
aur kat le betaa


Bondhu ke sir se load hata
kaha,yehi hona tha ?, main to itna tha khata
Jaa kar bandhuyon ko katha sunayi
kya kya naa beeti dekho mujh par bhai

Sab bhul bhula kar so gaya
agle din phir wahi daaru sutta aur kya

Grade 'A' lagne ki khabar aayi
bhondu ko yeh baat na bhaayi
laga mazak hai mujhpe sab kar rahe
excitement ka par 1 nashaa bhi rahe

Ant ankhon se dekh hi ke mana
jaan samjh kar phir akad ke bolaa
Dekha tabhi to kehte hain mujhe itnaa sayana.

Linking another of my blog to this..

http://oakwooddiary.blogspot.com/


Oakwood was the name of the Apartment where i stayed during my visits to the US. Mera ghar-panna

All about our HOPE

our fuel is hope

eloped is the spark without

a rudderless boat like a blind scout

the base is shaken

layers seen slipped

when fear of uncertainity creeps in

like the wings of free bird clipped

the bird should sing, sing aloud

feel the breeze taste the cloud

sit in the nest and i will shoo

fly with a wing, if devoid of two

the bird wants to kiss the sky

is meant to, rather high

it is the wind of hope without which,

even the best cannot fly

they say, all is in mind

mind, the generator, the consumer

of hope, of will, of meaning

fuel it on your own and trudge the roughs

that far only a few great i seen going

alas, impossible it is without HIM following

the creator of doubt is mind

the destroyer of doubt is it

doubt kills the soul

has no base, no reasoning to sustain

a consumer of the kingdoms, the wealth, the man

eraser of good hope can only wipe free the stain

writing is easy

reading is easier

following it is none of them

 

 

Hardship, the give up of hope

that loss of sense and tact,

Is a way to make you introspect

an opportunity to reflect

Used it and rose higher were they

the phoenixes who have in them

what it takes to resurrect