Batch 2K5

I look at this extraordinary batch

             And sometimes think about the variety

I have to hold my stomach and control my breath

             To consider this unity in diversity

Oh what a pack of jokers is this?

             Even the comedians will fall to shame

And when we all are at our full swing

             We are sure to reach the hall of fame

                          Ruchi is the most sincere of us

                          And she has everything to dedicate

                          She has that capacity in her

                          To even challenge the fate

             Riaz is one of those live wires

             Who enjoys the life and can even laugh with it

             He has readymade answers to every question

             Which are absolutely fit for it

                          Sadhna is a sensitive girl

                          Who is full of innocence and purity

                          The childish nature which she has

                          Is also a perfect reality

             Arti is also one of us

             But I hardly remember her face

             She is a simple sober girl no doubt

             But with a weak attendance base

                          Ali is the boy

                          With horrifying eye

                          Yet he is a nice person

                          And a pretty decent guy

             Ankita is one amongst us

             Who seems to be very intellectual

             She doesn’t speaks that much

             And I like that thing in an individual

                          Richa has the interest to learn

                          Sugandha has a nice kiddish smile

                          Sachin having a good mature look

                          And Sartaj also has a nice profile

             Then comes Anjali

             Who is a bit talkative

             She also has a nice sense of humor

             With an intelligent perspective

                          My description will be incomplete

                          If Rashid Sir doesn’t come here

                          Words are not enough to describe him

                          As his qualities are exceptionally fair

So that was it

             A brief description of our batch

A batch the type of its own

             A batch with hardly any match

Inside the Inferno

When the blood calls for the justice

             From even the deepest of the veins

When the fist tightens the air

             Remembering all the pains

When the lines crush and form

             With the pressure on the palm

When the anger splashes on the eyes

             Forgetting all the calm

There was this infuriated inferno

             The cause of all the fear

With the new advent of my life

             Which was so much dear

I’ll chop down the heads

             ‘Cause mercy doesn’t exist with me

And damn on all the kindness

             Let the hell be reached by thee

I’ll suck thy red hot blood

             It’s the only thing which satiates me

I’ll lick the last bone left

             For which the life has come to me

I’ll make you reach that inferno

             And on you the fury will fall

The bad omens will work their part

             And for you the ultimate call

I’ll scratch down your skin

             And your screams will fill the air

I’ll uproot your entire destiny

             ‘Cause for me it’s everything fair

My conscience doesn’t allow me to live

             If I don’t turn you into ashes

My boiling blood and the burning eyes

             Will give you immense bashes

You’ll feel the heat of hatred

             And you’ll see the power of breach

I’ll throw you all inside the inferno

             For those lessons which I’ll teach

The tombs will open their faces

             As the skeletons will rise in mask

The mortals will come back again

             To complete the pending task

They will terrorize your instincts

             And search for the smell of blood

That silent sound in the creeping darkness

             Where even the vision gets blurred

The chocking smoke which you’ll face right there

             Will fill the entire neighborhood

The inferno will trap you down

             And give the punishment which it should

I have tolerated to my extremes

             And now the revenge has broke the fire

I’ll cut you down into tiny pieces

             And design you on your pyre

You will have to pay for the deeds

             And even the bill I’m going to make

I’ll never let you live peacefully

             This is the oath which I take

So at last get ready in the action

             For the burst of the volcano

All your deep rooted existence will finish

             When you’ll melt inside the inferno

Sorry Salman

Donation from Salman fro the quake victims!

Oh sure he has the money from the innumerable films

             “We’ll take the money; we’ll take the food,

             But we’ll not take the clothes”

                          Said one of those blokes

It’s not that they have in abundance

Neither they are crazy nor are they tense

But for Salman these clothes had more importance

So they donated it back, to maintain the balance

             It was a nice attitude, a gesture full of gay

             The trousers are intact, but for the shirts he can’t pay

             So the story was fine and the script was ok

             But it all happened Chori chori chupke chupke

Scintillating Saurav

Oh Sourav how can you do this thing

Was it a mere coincidence

             Or did the alarm bell ring?

Another Indian captain into a serious enigma

Leaving the whole cricket team in a state of trauma

Oh what a magnetic tune was played by Nagma

And for the whole country it was like a sadma

             The third umpire has given the benefit of doubt

             Even the Aussies have given a good bout

             They caught him behind

                          And he did strive

             But the poor chap was so engorged

                          That he even forgot his off-drive

But remember one thing my dear Bengal tiger

Don’t even try to follow the footsteps of Azhar

The results you can see for yourself

So when the bijli falls, don’t cry for help