Well, this is a prose-poem. It is dedicated to the students of Indian Institute of Management-ahmedabad (IIM-A)...India's top most Business school, and is based on the description by a student..of their typical day.
hope u feel their day..
Wake up at 7 and run to the dorm,
still occupied with early morning yawn;
Meet with the group to complete the presentation & graph,
Hours of sleep last night, precisely: 2 and a half.
Then run to the mess to grab a toast,
and enter the class, ready to roast.
Relived to get those awaited tea break,
either catch up with sleep or gulp down coffee to remain awake.
Here comes the turn of prof. ravi's class
where you sit still, even the breath should not pass;
Else you are caught & put against some probablility stuff to beat,
which would flummox even an IIT topper to his feet.
Now get ready for the presentation task,
which to your group may or may not be asked;
Hoping we miss this time the prof's sound,
and promise god to prepare better next time around.
Time for the unappetising lunch,
and in mess itself came the surprise quiz's punch;
At the quiz where hoped to get a B
faired miserably might geta D or E.
Back to the room, and dead on the bed,
surrounded by a inch thick dusty fume
as the cleaning lady decided to skip this room.
Assignment starts to pile up for tomorrow,
including 2 presentation & 200 pages to read
plus and extra lecture in the evening
to eat up all the time we desperately need.
Then starts the marathon from my room to library door,
preparing cases with my legs & eyes sore.
The preparation passes through the night to the dawn,
and coffee mugs on the table swarm;
Please god either make a 36 hours day
or make this last few pass like a worm.
Wake up at 7 and run to the dorm
thanx for readin, comments r welcome
* I thought a thought.
But the thought i thought wasn't
the thought i thought i thought.
If the thought i thought i thought
had been the thought i thought,
i wouldn't have thought so much! *