Welcome freshers!

Oh! Welcome freshers

             To this most recognized department

We have a place reserved for you

             Also in our heart apartment

Your presence brightens up the day

Your intellect has many things to say

Your energy burns up all the hay

And then we have a bill to pay

             Oh come on just kidding!

That was only a joke to say

We know

That your goals have a movement like a ray

You all succeed in your life

             That’s the only thing we pray

We remember

The day you first stepped

             In the Department of Business Administration

Big question mark on every guy’s face

             But with a distinct satisfaction

We never expected that you’ll create

             Such extensive reverberation

That the whole department will dance

             On the 16^th October for recreation

Your batch comprises of

             Such beautiful kudiyaan

Some are simple, a few are sober

             And most are burning fuljhariyaan

Just their presence creates the milieu

             For an exceptional euphoria

And the department also boasts of

             These rarest Goriyaan

We are sure you’ll rise

             To the paramount position

None of you will settle for hausfrau

             And continue the blind tradition

Take the world in your stride

             With the utmost precision

Break all barriers, remove all fences

             As well as the superstitions

Now considering something

             About the boy’s part

You are all quite contrary

             To your fairer counterpart

Beware! The girls are going to drive you crazy

             Your lackluster attitude

             Makes you all lazy

Anyhow, if are on the hit list

             Then you all turn to be evangelist

Our dear brethren can outflank any philanderer

             Yet you are called philanthropist

So now guys

             It’s time to get into the grove

As we have some lip-smacking supper

             And a foxtrot to prove

So go and get your part or pie

Otherwise you’ll lag behind mere bhai

The floor is ready for your jhatkaa

And we can’t help if somebody atkaa

We’ll have some toothsome vegetarian

That you’ll remember till septuagenarian

But mind it out the samose me mircha

That has proved us a lot of kharcha

We all had some exciting times together

The memories of which are imprinted forever

We hope that you didn’t mind

             All through the introduction

As we just wanted to prove

             Our deep love and affection

But in case if you felt otherwise

Then we are sorry and heartily apologize

We just wanted to build

             A healthy atmosphere

Which has the camaraderie

             All in a social sphere

We expect from you to sync all around

             And raise the coveted banner

We expect you to win all through

             In a competitive manner

Our wishes are always with you

             In every step of your life

And you’ll find us beside you

             In each and every strife

But don’t expect us to help you

             In that part of your life

Which includes the fights and quarrels

             Between the husband and wife

But we promise that we won’t be ajnabee

             ‘Cause our dil really chahta hai

So enjoy that day as much as you can

             As ye din roz nahi aata hai

The Impossible Gandhi

Oh what to say

             About those pragmatic principles

Real hard and rigid

             So need some extensive shuffles

Among the biggest principles of Gandhi

             Was the one of Ahimsa

But this Gandhi only believes in

             Mar kaat and hinsa

He has a humpty head and a dumpty body

             With a big thick eyebrow

Don’t ever challenge him

             Otherwise he’ll say ungli neeche karo

You stay miles away from him

             Only then you’ll remain happy

Otherwise he’ll stand on your head

             ‘Cause his ruh didn’t kaapi

He doesn’t has the courtesy

             Even while talking to ladkiyaan

And if he continues this type of attitude

             Then I’m sure he’s going to land into kadkiyaan

You think him to be very ethical

             He is exactly like a bubble

Looks good from outside, but the moment he bursts

             He is no more than rubble

You prick a pin into his belly

             And he’ll burst like a balloon

With a big bang and a top shot

             He slowly comes out of the cocoon

You call him a Gandhi

             That’s a dubious distinction

I’m not even able to find words for him

             ‘Cause words are also on the verge of extinction

He thinks himself to be the greatest of all

             And wants everybody to flash him a salaam

But I seriously predict his future today

             He’s going to land nowhere

             Except being a joru ka gulaam

Shahar ki ladkiyaan

She walks down the street

             And makes the traffic halt

She is the pretty woman

             A combi of spicy sweety salt

She’ll drive you crazy

             But you better drive araam se

‘Cause these are the shahar ki ladkiyaan

             Otherwise you gaye kaam se

Not only this

             They all have such pretty ankhiyaans

You try to convince one

             And they all land up with sakhiyaans

I try to work it out somehow

             But they all look the same

With a blue jeans and a red top

             They all seem to be English babu’s desi mem

The more you try to maintain the duriyaan

             They follow you like parchaiyyan

Now only God help us

             As they create the biggest pareshaniyaan

Into the frenzy traffic

             They cash their way

And when they crash onto some guy’s bike

             That poor chap has a bill to pay

You dare not argue with any of them

             ‘Cause the public is on their side

They give just a formal sorry

             And a smile too wide

To accompany them in a café

             Is one of the biggest bawaal

‘Cause when you come back home

             You need to answer many sawaal

So at last there’s a word of caution

             To all of you

Stay away from these pretty damsels

             If you really can do

They prove to be more kadak

             Than any winter kadkiyaan

Because they are called the all famous

             Shahar ki ladkiyaan

The big tree in the courtyard

Forgive me, oh please forgive me

             That vulnerable child cried

As the big tree had trapped it down

             And hold it tightly tied

The heartbeat starts sinking

             And the limbs become numb

With even a slight glance of that tree

             When screams become dumb

When the wind slowly blows

             Through its innumerable branches

The hissing sound that it creates

             Tells your probable chances

You stand right in front of it

             And look into its dense branches

You see a face of a ghost

             Giving you hungry glances

You step and crush the dead dried leaves

             When you move one step back

And you find that your feet is glued

             Onto that hostile track

The rotten bones that you see underneath it

             Cries and tells the whole story

Drops of blood trickling down from it

             Increasing the existing fury

Then the ghost comes down from the tree

             With just the hands and the head

Its eyes and teeth terrifies your instincts

             And the claws are wet and red

It’s hungry to feed on your flesh

             It’s thirsty to drink your blood

The jaws and claws are waiting out there

             Like a sharp edge stud

You scratch your voice out of your throat

             But it’s somewhere lost

             In the density of the tree

You apply all your damn energy

             But there’s nobody

             Who can set you free

The roots fall down of the branches

             And rolls all through your waist

The picks and thorns enter your veins

             And enjoys that hot blood taste

You know that you’re finished

             And ultimately you give it up

The branches have got their orders

             To finally take you up

So, there stands the tree

             And that ghost under its guard

Now every mortal is warned about

             The big tree in the courtyard

The sixth sense for winning

It lightens up the soul

             To play a distinct role

To brighten up the day

             And as the great men say

The sense of winning comes from within

             Nor searches neither researches

             They peek-a-boo from the edge of the heart

             To realize right from the start

That there stands the winner, right on the top

Consistently rising without a stop

It says that you are the winner

             Even before you take the test

And the energy that it possesses

             Makes you go for the best

The enthu that it creates

             From the eyes it radiates

The heart beat tells the tale

             You even need not go and look out for it

             You need not call or even remember it

             You need not do anything for it

It assures to set its own sail

But it isn’t that easy

             To experience it

It comes to the deserving soul

             And stays with the fit

You toil your sweat and run all wet

You feel you’re right and still you can’t get

Because it only comes to the lucky few

Whose heart is as pure as the morning dew

Who have done the labour

             And were honest with it

Who have a sense of confidence

             With an attitude that ‘I’ve done it’

Just the presence of it

             Is the essence for the life time

‘Cause it’s rarest of the experiences

             Working out on a thin fine line

Those joyous moments with the wine

When the spirit is on cloud nine

Shakes and trembles filling the floor

Making the feeling Divine

The glowing eyes show the path

             For the assurance of the aftermath

When the instincts are at their best

             To give you an edge over the rest

Then it arrives as the rarest sixth sense

Breaking all barriers, even the big high fence

It touches you with its trembling hands

             Your soul lightens up

             Your spirit brightens up

And you sense as the winner you’ll stand