After being busy working for HAVEINTERN and playing with my brute, I finally got the time to update this “not so common among reader” blog of mine. And so, I write a poem for the Prondi’s to be recited in the similar manner as Roshesh Sarabhai recites his poems.
And so I start::
Nasa, he’s the DR 1,
While Kundan is always ready for fun.
Costa, she’s the only girl,
Bhaat, his free kick hardly curls,
Ankush or the Audio-waale Uncle “chips”,
Wanna learn guitar, Bhaiya will give you the tips.
Kaku is a beast, who believes in CHEAT2WIN,
Bihar, is yet to commit a sin.
Gaurav is topper only in his acts,
While Gulzi relies only on facts.
KP, nobody knows where he resides,
Harshvardhan is too broad to hide.
Lucky, he’s a dedicated sportsperson,
Bonta, he’s just two short of threesome.
Harsha, he’s a haddu geek,
And you know what, Pandey is a Bonta freak.
Manoj, he’s shy and simple,
Wipe-in, his forehead has got a pimple,
Gupta, he’s a lady’s man,
Redda, wants to attend the lectures but if only he can.
Madan, he’s different,
Zuba, no-one can figure out what he meant,
JB, he’s a cute little baby,
And Parmar can help you out with a problem, maybe.
TCS, yes he’s my white little friend,
Everyone wonders when Ahuja’s bathless run will end.
Bora, he’s a tiny tot,
Rajveer is someone who’s eternally married to a bot.
Bhola looks cool in his new look,
Prateek’s English will catch you off the hook.
Lalit has got the fastest sprint,
Ohh!! I forgot to mention about the legendary Pinky,
Who’s a GAY and has got a squint.
P.S. No offences to anyone, including the legendary Pinky.
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