The sun rises every morning
and I wake up to go to school
I get ready, reach on time,
Am I not a fool!
Suresh sir burns my optimism to ash
Koo-oh-ah Koash Koash

In school all day, I labour hard
sharpening my super-skills
And what I get in return
Is Ashu Malik's haunting shrills!!
Anyone at all she's ready to bash
Koo-oh-ah Koash Koash

I thought Chemistry would pacify
Uhmm Uhmm… I need say no further
With jokes to ache your poor stomach
Miss KA acts like godmother
My spirits gallop down with a crash
Koo-oh-ah Koash Koash

When I look at poor Ms. Shweta Bachhety
I pity her state as Richa Ma’am does Jyot’s
The CLASS doesn’t care for what she says
And only Srishti takes down her notes
For her our class is a little too rash
Koo-oh-ah Koash Koash

And how can we forget her ever
For someone might well kill me
When SD shouts her frustration out
She reeks of a jealousy filmy.
She needs a break, or just a splash
Koo-oh-ah Koash Koash

The school’s over and when I’m home
The TV set’s showing Aajtak
Nothing but a set of maniacs
Who can’t stop their bak-bak
Guys, leave poor Abhishek and Ash
Koo-oh-ah Koash Koash

It seems life is one helluva hell,
And I’m here to stay,
And everything is on my lap,
The muck, the dirt, the hay.
Perhaps I’m here to clean the trash
Koo-oh-ah Koash Koash

No offence meant to anyone who's name is mentioned. It's all in good spirit.

How did it HAPPEN?
I was in my kiddy-mood-best. Planned a race to the classroom with Ritwika and Srishti (Black/White???). From the Computer Lab (Second Floor) to S-02 (Ground Floor).
The staircase to the first floor landing was unusually crowded.... Some sensible people stopped.... All the Sardar(s) went on.... Three-stair jump.... Enthusiasm fit.... Staircase trip.... OUCH!!!

I literally glided along\on my right foot, twisting the left....
Fell on my behind....
Rebounded....
Again fell....
Shouted....
Srishti came....
I sat upright....
(Elated....)
Hope renewed, thought of racing....
Just then Suresh Sir came....
I remembered my pain....
I ducked, almost crying....
He patted my mane....
(he) Found a joodi....
Cleared his hand away....
My toli of friends, held me, but swayed....
"Jyot", Tushar said "You must be over 100"....
I protested, "Not till I am a Father"....
Slowly, I got up, to go to the Clinic....
(Saksham; singing) "Babul ki duaye lete jaa"....
In the Clinic, Dr. Incompetent treated me....
While Dr. Incompetent 2 snored on the adjoining bed....
I called me mum....
Though it was not expected....
But she came....
Bas phir, I went to an X-RAY lab....
Got to know of my safe bone but torn ligament....
Got my leg plastered, and here, trapped for three weeks....
I am bidding my time....
In stillness and pain....

Though I am excited about my first plaster, but there is one thing that is more pressing. "Jab dard hoti hai, to Angelina Jolie bhi bhool jaati hai" (as quoted during a telephonic conversation with Matrix).

On a brighter note, I am coming on Monday with a Marker, so be prepared with some cool messages.

Bye

P.S. - People who care about me can call on 011-25224141/42464338.