At sunrise the lifeless boys rise,
Ready for the labourous day ahead.
It comes to one as a big surprise,
How these future engineers are 'practically' dead.
Lectures are just a way to fill pages,
Consuming more ink than mind.
Concepts, theories and discussions are absent,
Bundles of notes are what one may find.
Practicals are just a time fill,
Neatly prepared reports are all THEY desire.
Examinations are a test of mugging power,
Reproduction of notes is what THEY require.
As the sun sets, the lifeless boys change.
The life that was squeezed out now returning.
All the grind of the day now forgotten,
And the fire of youth starts burning.
Desires are fulfilled, dreams are chased,
Life is lived under the moonlight.
Like nocturnal creatures they come out of a hole,
To make merry-revelry throughout the night.
Thus the lifeless boys live day after day,
With tradition and logic engaged in a fight.
They will not lose their passion come what may,
For THEY may have the days, but WE have the nights.
(Dedicated to life at ISM, originally written on December 3, 2008)
PS- "Engineer banne aaya tha, gadha ban gaya"...
The truth
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