on a dark day in july
twas gloom in the morn
as the dreaded dip ghosh
unleashed the evil forces of dawn
all the angels they retreated
as the skies grew dark
the ravens gathered overhead
and sounded - caw! caw! cawk!
"pseudo and coriolis -
who can tell one from other?"
you there (pointing to a quavering joe)
for our benefit let us all know!
in the class, the forces they had me flustered
i stood tonguetied as the evil prof blustered
"u phool! u can nebhaar cleeaar IIT
u dont know shoodo from koriolees!"
the prophet of evil forces hath spoken
unlike bond's martini i was both stirred and shaken
in the blackness of night i suddenly awakened
feared and frightened, my life nearly taken
the curse of the forces swirled in my mind
his speech guttural, his face unkind
i pondered and wondered thru the remains of the night
just before dawn i finally saw the light
no more shall i bear this cross
of being cursed class after class
and that day it finally came to pass
in iit i bunked my first ever class