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!
