Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious means, well, basically nothing.
Immortalized by the musical theatrical Marry Poppins in 1964, this tongue twisting, mind rattling word is often used to pretend to say something wise even though all that is uttered is gibberish potpourri.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Sleepy Lecture

A poem by a perpetual hostelor cum classroom sleeper.
Sit Back and relive those memories...!

“Yaaaaawn...!!!”, I went for the nth time now,
The proff hasn’t yet noticed me, I dunno how,
That I am downright sleepy in class,
Drunk with sleepiness, as if on some grass.

Sleep deprived, we go for our lectures,
To face yet another hour of tortures,
All for the sake of lousy attendances,
Adhering to all Departmental nuances.

Staying up late in hostel,
Watching movies, playing TT or just having fun in total,
The body and mind gives up at 8.30am,
And slogs to reach 4.30pm.

Tears fill my eyes as I control the temptation to yawn,
In the mighty chess game of lectures, we are mere pawns,
Constant checks on my watch leave me in anxiety,
I want to get back to my bunker and be woken with some bed tea.

I wonder how the padhakoos manage to bear the onslaught of sleep,
Keeping a straight face, as if in a game of seep,
The proff must be knowing about our this state, but,
They try their best to drive the topics in our nut.

All the same, I wont surrender to the sleep attack.
Writing poems keeps my mind from going shack,
Now that I’m awake and the poem at an end,
Let’s get back to the lecture and try to comprehend.

WTF...!! There goes the hour bell...!!!

1 comment:

  1. hey jd baba dts a gud one.. i totally understnd d feel cos i too am a regular sleeper in class..so though comrades at arms i was nvr patient enough to write poem nd all..bt dam gud attempt..cheers to classroom sleepers..

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