SUJI: A life that was MNR

The Poetic Version

With sleepy eyes, he gets out of bed;

His head feels like a lump of lead,

And it cries out loud, “I can’t bear”

Just the beginning of a day in MNR.

 

The clock say you are late,

So the long needed bath can further wait,

A “dry clean” is all you need,

And the mirror says you look great indeed.

Next, hurry if you really must

Fill your stomach with a “messy” breakfast.

But this MONERECON is still on the run

For it’s already nine, classes must have begun.

At the door, a humble voice says – “May I come in, Sir”

Yeah! Classes have already started in MNR.

 

Lectures are always such a bore,

Have to bear them till half past four.

And tuts and practs are all squeezed in

With just a lunch break in between

Life it seems, I must confess

Is as “good” as the food in our mess.

But as evening rolls, all are keen

To be where they belong – VIBGYOR or Canteen

Some in groups, some in pair.

As the sun sets for the day in MNR.

 

By now, all "maggus" have started their "maggai’

For the rest, CTs and End Sem are still a far cry.

After dinner, the guy is back to his room

(which incidentally never needs a broom)

To “topo” tuts, and practs too.

For this is what fear of sessional makes him do

Saturday night, is what all eagerly await,

Got to go to Civil Lines at any rate.

But Friday, it’s the must see movie at “Avatar”

No “hawapani” ! just another day in MNR.