Welcome to the bedlam called Triple E
To get into which we paid a handsome fee
EEE-a home for the twenty-two garrulous
Where the banter was always mellifluous
A journey from the cardboard building with pillars
Where holes were made aplenty without paying any dollars
To the place which is called 'Knowledge Village'
During the campus interview when we did some pillage !
It All started from analog electronic
To make us understand we had the G Vijaya tonic
While teaching like a fountain he spat & spat
Oh my God! save us from the fat
In the lab his constant sciscitation
It sure did cause a lot of irritation
" Look Look at your helplessness", was his sarcasm
We hoped God sucked us into a chasm
Then came the exams comprehensive
All of us were shockingly apprehensive
In the paper were opams, BJT's n other frills
One of us even got a nil !
We then had Microelectronics-Dr. Abdullah
Seeing the text book we said 'Save us Allah'
Hearing the confusing argot
Was like a kick in the but & gut
EMEC, circuits signals, communication- all the biggies
We sure would be the guinea piggies
As the classes picked up pace
We were all left in a maze
Cricket, Chess, Photography-all in class did originate
Lightning from photography had our professors fulminate
Having nothing to do in class, we took to dine & wine
Who says eat & drink in class is a crime ?
When communication teacher presented her dissertation
Boredom reached the point of culmination
As charles battled with his sleep
All the others were sure to weep
With her constant fretting & coughing
It was to say the least - irritating
Charles blurted, "Tell her to go, mujhe hai sona"
She had asthma, so all over the class we sprayed rexona
Circuits Signals was the next
Which got stuck into us like a pest
But the professor looked so much fun
Mr. Anwar - his face looked like a bun
He graced us with his voice effeminate
Subject is going to be cool was our estimate
For intro he said, "Let us have a 'feel' of each other"
What were his intentions? It made us bother
My wife got pregnant, I don’t know how, was what he said
We laughed our b**** out, knowing our semester is made
Observing his moustache cut at sides unequal
He is a joker, we were unequivocal
He once said, "Now I call upon 'The Nishad' "
Better grammar pathan possesses from Islamabad
When he said, "All 3 of you please keep mum"
"But mom is at home", I replied like a bum
"Does it make any sanse sitting behind the pillar Godly?"
To which the whole class burst out loudly
Thus ended an eventful semester
What is next we wondered with anxiety greater
Then came the shocker-Electro Mech Energy Conversion
Which accelerated out perdition
Three letters which we'll never forget- RML
Even today they sound worse than HELL
With all the motor, stator & rotor
It was like someone slapping with a floater
Then followed the slip & torque
Closing her mouth would be apt with a cork
Her accent sure was rhythmic
We thought it was outside this cosmic
Not to forget the viva which did terrorize
And the compre which left us mesmerize
Power Electronics came in the form of Majid
We should do well was our zidd
His first lecture was taken apart
When he called fault a fart
Godz was the most disturbing element
Majid said with all his sentiment
What happened Nachiket , his famous quote
Something in our mind which still does float
Girls found him sick, with all his scratching
We guessed his parts were always itching
Forget the scratching sir, we also want some knowledge
But to give knowledge, was not his pledge
When he said, "Burn the water, Burn the steam"
We thought his brain was erased clean
Compre's hit us with circuit breakers & fuses
Within 30 minutes we left the exam hall clueless
From the AGU to the campus interview
We learnt facets of life totally new
Together we were a big family- The EEE
Where everything but studies was the key
We had nachi’s body shaking laughter
And the godz' 'pleasure' calculator
We also has a picturesque banana
Which is famous from Dubai to Manama
Now the EEE family is broken apart
But we will always love each other in the heart
Living without you is hell my friends; but I will try
Should I laugh or should I cry !!
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