Story of a lost journalist

March 4, 2009

Exams at i-j-t: a poem!

Filed under: poem — Cris @ 15:56

(Poem meant for class blog. If you feel its childish I havent given the date of creation; if you feel its refreshingly brilliant I havent said it was written ages ago. Ping ping ping. Darn the lie detector again. Ok I wrote it today!)

We are having exams
At this place called i-j-t

We come and sit there biting nails
All 20 of us, no fail in that

For though we go missing
On days on end when classes reign
Us boys and girls
of evening batch
Love climbing up
those 40-odd steps
To gasp and wait for papers white
And blink and stare at questions black

Write we do for all two hours
Though right there is none
in all we write

With heads that bend
And hands that scratch
We think and wonder
When could we go
and find some mud
To dig our heads
deep within

Then we decide
to brighten up
And think of this-
as such a joy
β€œTheres nothing I know
Like I feared I might
It must be my innocence
nothing else”

And then there comes
the judgment day
When teachers climb
those steps we did
With them a bundle
of white monsters
That were once papers
we trotted on

Now in red and all crosses
The papers are but
little red devils
That played a trick
on us poor mortals

We hide in shame
our faces in hands
And chant all chants
to make us vanish

But magics fail
and we remain
To see and hear our
wild answers
And look elsewhere
to act and pretend
Its not us
but someone else
That made us write
those silly things

Nothing works
Our teachers are bright
They see through us
and make us wilt

Heads hung in shame
and faces turned red
We take those papers
and sit on chairs
And make all oaths
to do better next time.

But dont we know
what will happen?
Years went by
but none without
When oaths as these
were chanted aloud
That keep failing
forever and more

But hope we have
Cause thats what makes
these boys and girls
To fight and shout
for a happy morrow.

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10 Comments »

  1. ROTFL poem!!

    This is the same story everywhere! πŸ˜›

    Comment by Hari — March 4, 2009 @ 16:53 | Reply

  2. Ah, made me nostalgic! It sure did. This is an universal feeling, kiddo! Gud one! Will we ever be free of exams, we’ll never know!!

    Comment by M.Rose — March 4, 2009 @ 22:34 | Reply

  3. Man ! Man ! Poetry. Exam extreme poetry !!

    I remember my prof spilling water over a question paper bunch by accident. And then proceeding to distribute the paper…saying ‘its a watered down version of the paper’ !

    And i didnt clear that exam !
    πŸ™‚

    Comment by Kavi — March 4, 2009 @ 22:42 | Reply

  4. hahaha..reminds me of the exams taken in college..damn it has been ages!!

    Comment by mathew — March 5, 2009 @ 12:35 | Reply

  5. Cool your domain is back!

    Comment by Gov — March 10, 2009 @ 10:05 | Reply

  6. πŸ™‚
    swasth khaao… tan man jagaao! πŸ™‚

    Comment by Tedy Kanjirathinkal — March 12, 2009 @ 02:36 | Reply

  7. wow, a poem on exams. it sure gets your creativity flowing.

    Comment by Preeti Sharma — March 14, 2009 @ 00:38 | Reply

  8. wow, a poem on exams. yup there is something perverse about the exams…we hate them and yet we relish the challenge.

    Comment by Preeti Sharma — March 14, 2009 @ 00:42 | Reply

  9. Good one Crissy.
    My favourite exam quote is – “I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me.”
    Keep them coming.
    Cheers,
    Sal

    Comment by Sal — March 15, 2009 @ 20:39 | Reply

  10. You shouldn’t have revealed the date. πŸ™‚

    Comment by Nikhil — March 20, 2009 @ 15:34 | Reply


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