SPLE and HRM Class Participation

This is dedicated to Dr. Rahul Varman and Dr. Manali Chakraborthy, for their glad acceptance of this not so academic act as a part of class participation, though i personally sent it at a time when this would not affect my grades ;)

IMPORTANT - ALL THESE POEMS WERE WRITTEN IN THE CLASS :)
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Note- this poem was written when on having raised my hand in the class i was not given a chance to speak. It felt very awkward especially when others around me were being allowed to ask questions.


I have also raised my hand,
with an answer in my mind,
let me put up my stand,
give me a chance, be kind.

I came so eager, so full,
with ideas and objectives,
and then there came a lull,
couldn't put up my perspectives.

So here i am rejected,
writing a poem with time on hand,
feeling all dejected,
been put down so bland.

sharmaG

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Note - In the class once I asked a very stupid question about chaplin and honesty. Varman sir got real angry and i was rebuked verbally, though mildly but my confidence got jerked...(shaky me)

PUT DOWN
there was silence,
all eyes on me,
this was one instance,
where i couldn't flee.

had asked a question stupid,
only to be put down,
face smiled like cupid,
heart had a frown

Much of education is bland,
use it or abuse it,
human nature so dank,
where many an ambition is slit.
sharmaG

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Note - though i had been rebuked, i still thought i had to fight on, so to motivate myself this poem resulted--

I won't stop

but i won't stop,
will go on,
move on till the end,
life depends on many other things,
and many points of views.

I have mine,
will stick to it,
do as you wish,
the choice is thine,
you belong to a set so swish.

my ideas, will flow,
and never will slow,
and i will go on,
walk on,
though forlorn,
will go on....

sharmaG

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Note - I thought that education was actually about instilling ideas of others on us, and this poem resulted from one such fight which i was having with myself in the class

Sweet surrender

education is bland,
though based on demand,
formulating theories big,
mind of wealth we dig.

need a job,
got a snob,
parents told me,
to study feel free.

so, sweetly did i surrender,
to teachers and their blender,
mind of clay,
thoughts to slay,

will it help to lead a life,
somewhat , but not through this strife,
happy thoughfeeling bad,
education for you i am sad.


sharmaG

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Note - This poem was written in the first class taken by manali ma'am. Her class was very interesting from a poetic angle. Varman sir always uses sharp words with little poetic usage, but as it so happened i got a lot of words to play with on the presentation

Imagine Man in a woman -- an amazing pun on sex, or on birht - Wo(MAN)
The lands belonged to all gods -- beautiful line

a memorable class and poem for me --

blank!!
the start was smart,
class talked too fast,
of all kings and tarts,
in the economic past.

the pace was of a snail,
the man in the woman,
morals in a principled jail,
far away from heaven.


lord and dames and damsels,
enron, worldcomm and reliance,
a platter filled with pretzels,
choking mind's entrance.


emergence of a new class,
neighbour's, labors and sabers,
yet i couldn't see them alas,
walking in the valley of maples.


when markets did not exist,
and gods had all the land,
yet questions did persist,
a picture dull and bland...


sharmaG