Who's the Grumpiest of them All?

Mirror, mirror, on the wall; 

Who’s the grumpiest of them all? 

If it’s me, then hear me pray, 

Do not keep the assessment test today! 



And if it is the corporate you see; 

In your depths of grumpy mystery, 

Just remind them of their career goals, 

And do not make them intern-haunting assholes. 



But if it is Anuraag you are claiming; 

His grumpiness is centered around ONM training! 

So just remind him of his GF back home, 

That he can then chuck his internship notes over the B-dome. 



It might be Syal, you might say; 

Him and his troubles, of not being gay. 

To him I have no words of praise or rot, 

Coz the one straight gf is all I got. 



To Ojas, you might turn your attention to; 

Hez never grumpy, though you might expect him to. 

Hez alwez in some or the other gym; 

You’d expect a stench even in the mails sent by him. 



Kosa, o mirror, is one of the worst; 

To hear him talk abt anything apart from anime is a first. 

Hez grumpy abt the project, the people and all; 

Has to handle Kolkata and the Rest of Bengal. 



And mirror, I know you cant check on KRK ob; 

Hez never there, yet hez the one who gets the job. 

I think his corporate project work is nil, 

Yet the dude is never in office, alwez seems to be ill. 



Ashish and Sabin, are two of a kind; 

Though as ghazi and mallu, they are of different mind. 

What with puzzles, and CAT, and Preeti, between them; 

It is a mystery how they have survived an entire sem! 



And mirror, o mirror, what about Rajiv, in Hyd? 

The perennial silent, and the reporter, of the tide. 

And Varun, in Pune, seems to know all; 

He knows, secretly, that in the test he ll stand tall. 



And what, I ask, of Shubham Banerjee; 

Without two front teeth, you can hardly expect glee. 

Though in Blore for a year, hez raided a few bars, 

With is daily Good Morning mails, you wouldn’t guess this guy saw black and blue stars! 



But the grumpiest of them all, I think is Nihar Sreeramshetty, 

The bloke shares a room with Gowda, whoz a tharkee to the t! 

But 6 months, of silent suffering; 

Might have turned Nihar into a God-Fearing human being. 



All in all, this was IDEA Cellular, 

My home away from home, for half a year, 

And if not for you guys, my days would have been spent, 

In Indore bars prolly, rubbing my own eyes with some ointment. 



ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: TO ALL MY PS MATES, MENTIONED AND UNMENTIONED IN THE POEM, THANKS FOR A ROCKING TIME! JUST BCOS I DINT MENTION SAHITHYA, ANKEET, SAYANI….DONT FEEL BAD! MEANS EITHER U DON’T SEND MANY MAILS, OR ARE NORMAL!!!! :D 



P.S I KNOW LAST STANZA IS LAME. DEAL WITH IT!