Batch of '05

Once upon a time there was a batch in ITBHU,
That included some big guns, like me n you,
We roared throughout the places,
Now they are extinct in pages,

Starting from the genesis the person was Rajesh,
That has made the entire batch on shake,
Then their was non other than TPS,
Who was the big thorn in teachers’ass,

Next was none other then our beloved bhabhi
Who always used to say hanji, aji.
Who will forget the person,the bond who putted people at bay,
Inspired from the movie titled Die Another Day,

O’ humpty we were sorry we had our santa own,
Who can throw anybody by stomach of his own,
Then came the star very immodest jadaun the person,
Who used to tell everybody the secret reason,

No body was so capable then our bipin bihari,
But none of us shouted abki bari bipin bihari,
Katy is not so far behind, the metro boy,
Acted throughout the btech life like a playboy,

Rahul one of the smartest, one of the modest,
Still always used to say good bye after drinking fest,
People said There is no ghost of ghalib,
But can any one of us say after reading Govinda’s lips,

A word in hindi that i.e. sarvagya who knows everything,
But he had everything apart from that very important thing,
Dalal, person who once wondered through out the streets,
To search some guy, whom he can kiss starting from the feet

Who can forget the Manu, who made us all proud,
By fucking the bastard of zoo who used to shout,
Who can let that person out,
Name is pankaj but people made another shout,

Fubu,One of the greatest entertainer of our batch, is’nt
Who used to beat the romans in their eating habits,
Some people read history some creates it,
Kashyap was the guy who did the later is not it,

Well in hindi, We used to call “Samosha bhi hai”
As Mukesh. always shouted “ek paper aur bhi hai”
No body can achieve the rarest feat other than anshu man
Who made us all to say He man, He Man,

CIA tried hard to find the person who made the fault,
Some one of our batch called “Galti to jat kit hi” , and halt
Generations to come it will be hard to believe,
Such a person ever walked in BHU, barman, lives.

The scene is 2020 india and US went on a war,
Our PLD single handedly won the war,
The person who always tried for girls, mano ya na mano
Well diya is the name watch out for girls, right manu,

The next is the Microsoft champ, the baba,Who made A KT to dance on his feets,
The reason as we knew some body has to do the dirty work , on the streets
People used to eat medicines to cure Viral fever,
We faced the same without taking any medicines, the A-viral.

The luckiest guy the shukla who had all, the prettiest girl friend,
And a gang of persons who can call him, dear frnd,
When beggars die there are no comets seen,
When nimish used to win matches no body was seen,

The perfect gentle man durgi who achived heights in everything,
Be it academics, AOE or 29 or bolly, anything missing,
The master of novels, 29, and all games,
Saugi did it all without any world’s fame,

The cassanova is not so far behind, The person,
Is gavri who made all girls of VNS mad, everyone,
The person who we all respect, I.e. nitin,
Behaved throughout the btech life like tintin,

The real person who is man ka ladla,
None other than Maaa ka lounda,
Fatte, fatte, The gusy who worked like a machine,
Left us all with perfect ten and a wound in chin,

Ranjan, the mess manager or ranjan the Veer of Veer Zara,
All of us pray he should not wait for so long for his Zara,
The perfect son of his parents, the statesman,
Keep guessing he may give u gacchha all men,

Phoolon ka taro ka sabka kahna hai, Lakhon hazaron main meri bahna hai,
Ye mere bhai ka kahna hai, Shobhit shukla ka kahna hai, Mishra hai,

No we are gone, but still we have won.

Dedicated to my Batch CSE05, ITBHU

Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the family waits for their beloved ones,
Including the parents and the young ones,

That beloved one whom they so adore,
But the lust of work has made their lives bore,

So where is the end of that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the toll bell rings,
And the sun start singing the break of the dawn,
And the air start giving the feeling of the heaven,
But there is no end to that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

When the poor farmer start singing the song,
The cattle’s acknowledge with the melodious tune,
The fields start giving the way to their fieldsmen,
But there is no end to that waiting,
Once when I was thinking about an evening,
An evening that counts even more than a thing,

Dedicated to some one very special

O Friend’ Thou art noble.
Where are you…
Want to smell the scent of frndship that flies
From death where my destination lies
This not an elegy written in dejection
Meant for a frnd with love and affection
Searching and searching throughout the world.
But no one is there for me in this lost world..

Yet I again chant the famous line..
That makes the frontpage headlines..

Happy Friendship week cum day to you..

To someone very special..

Ek bar jab maine dekha ek ladki ko,
badi masoom dhadkane laga dil uske liye,
kahta tha dil kah doon usko,
ishke mohabbat ka junoon,
pa loonga usko jiske liye utha ye khumar,
par darta tha ek anjan dar se
na jane kya bat thi us ladki main,
main man hi man marta tha uspe.

Inspiration

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

-----Rudyard Kipling