The Prondi Rap

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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