The Plight of a d-grader

After readin my previous posts, you might be wondering how some one can b so abysmally stupid n thick headed, so much so that even Rakhi Sawant's swayambar Eelesh falls pale in comparison.But this illusion to you, of me being the absolute extreme of brainless homosapiens on earth, has happened to you probably because you have not met my roommate.Uh - what Astuteness, wot acumen, wot sagacity .N jus for HIS clarification if he is reading this - Sagacity is not the name of any city in the US.Dictionary.com main meaning search kar.Such is his level of aptitude ,that till recently, he thought Dandi March was some form of Dandiya Competition in Gujrat in which Mahatma Gandhi had participated.And he still believes that Sidney Sheldon is a female who lives in Sydney.Yesterday he was askin me weather that gal Sheldon had any role in orchestrating racial abuse against Indians.N now, Ladies n Gentleman, to give u a short illustration of the creative craft ship and intellectual brilliance of the genius I have been raving about, let me have the honour to present before u a small poem which he has composed

Disclaimer - Please ensure any object where you might bang your head on is not in close proximity before you start to read the poem .Further, do see to that you have a couple of nervous breakdown pills handy.We are not liable for any damage in the computer screen if you decide to smash it after you have read the poem.And if you do decide on committing suicide, ensure you write a suicide note stating that you read the poem fully aware of warnings given beforehand, and hence, we are not to be prosecuted

The poem is called "D- Grader", dedicated to all those b skoolers whose interest in studies is as great as Mamta Banerjee's interest in America's domestic rugby season.And for those who just arrived from a stay in the thick forest of Arizona, a b skool is a term used for Business Schools, and students out here are graded relatively to one another on a scale of 4.33.Anything above 3.66 is A, and anything below 1.66 is D....B & C in between those ranges.

So after these moronic descriptions and non- sensical details, letz finally get started with the poem :

Cigarette on one hand and on another a cup of tea
I glanced at my marksheet which showed yet another 'D'
I wonder why when the class average is 3, I still get a D
Then i realise that if not for my D,the class average would have been 3.3


As soon as i saw my marksheet , i wanted to pee
As i had a lot of beer ,with biryani which had no ghee
I dont know wot to do now except watching few more movies of Bruce Lee
Or maybe, like Gautum Buddha, go and sit under some Bodhi Tree.

But Bodh Gaya is too far fetched, I dont even have money to go to Kullu Manali
Oh God, y does such a distressing state fall upon me??
And this too when I spend so much sleepless nights, praying on my knee!!
God, do a miracle, and give some solution to thee..


How I scored well and cracked CAT is still a mystery
And then To come here n study, I paid such a hefty fee
Oh God, gimme some , atleast some easy key.
Of a life without any work, comprised of drinking beer and babe-watching by the sea



PS - As always, keepin with the tradition, please dont take me seriously.I love to exaggerate and write utter non-sense in my blog.My roommate, though a little silly, is actually an amazingly sociable, warm hearted ,highly intelligent and good humored dude.All this exaggeration was actually done coz am aiming a job at aaj tak - they wanted a practical illustration on how good I was in cooking up stories.The disclaimers though do not refute the poet of his rightful credit - The poet of this composition stands to be my room mate.