Some more from the Armistice series. Mandal,our dorm-mate, kept kept dropping in about something or the other ever so often one day. Ich and MT took it upon themselves to get back at him by mounting a counter-annoy tactic, which worked really well and he ended up storming out of the room yelling explicits in several languages and us laughing till our stomaches ached . I then proceed to my trusty, battered, blue writing desk that was precariously balanced on 1.5 textbooks on one leg and writing out a short piece. This is the draft and the final copy. No edits have been made. I was rather pleased with it. Can't say the same about Mandal. :-)
I hope he is doing well. The last time I spoke to him was in the summer of '03. He had just moved to Navi Bombay and I was in India for a short visit.
There was this guy called Mandal
Who once went after a vicious vandal.
The vandal he had kidnapped an actor
And getting him back was the deciding factor.
The bandit, he hid in the jungle
And the whole operation Mandal did Bungle.
Mandal, he, never did find the actor
Instead, stayed home and bought a tractor.
Drove it around for his friends to see
What a smart chap he be.
Then one day she rode to town
A southern belle in a long flowing gown.
As she walked across the square
Everone at her did stare.
She looked around and smiled knowing
The interest on her the people were showing.
Then our hero rode to town
Stopped at the sight of the one in the gown.
Crazy did he go right then
And serenaded her for the next days 10!
She finally agreed to seal the matter,
but, for tying the knot
he was to get rid of the tractor!
Mandal next day went to the market
Exchanged the tractor for a Luna and a Locket.
Smiling he rode the luna to her gate,
Checked his watch to see if he was late.
Just then a Porche stopped by.
Mandal wondered 'Who's this guy?'
The horn sounded twice and the door flung open
Out she ran, and there stood Mandal hopin'
She looked at him and waved him farewell
Jumped into the car and left him
High, Dry and Unwell.............
2 comments:
Man.....your posts are making me feel horrible about myself...I mean how mean could we get...btw remember Mr Chandra's famous "I know my balls" statement how he was almost on the verge of crying when he left the room.....and we had to pacify him and get him back to the room....fuc* why do I feel that if we were to see a video of our-self of those days we would come across as complete ass*
MT
Funny i dont have any poems on the Chandra. lol. I do remember him being really upset and not talking to us for days.
BTW, you are horrible, why do you think we get along so well :P. Yes we were very mean. Do you remember what you used to call one of your dear ol classmates, something bovine in nature ?
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