So what are N. and I up to now? The usual chitchat and of course a new activity!
Well , with not much to do tonight, N. suggested that we play the Keats- Kabir Jugalbandi -a game of poetry. The rules are simple :
1. The game is played in teams of 1 or more players, a minimum of two teams is required.
2. The team that begins first is decided by a toss (or a throw of dice in the case of more than two).
3. A topic is chosen (or given by the person who loses the toss)
4. The toss winner begins a poem on the topic and gives the first line/couplet/verse (as you require)
5. The next team adds on to the same poem.
6. There is a time limit to the time given to think up one's lines (normally 2 minutes)
Since, the mood of the evening had been set by a rather nostalgic recollection of the School Farewell (courtesy :Facebook photo albums),it was no surprise that N. came up with the topic "School". We decided on a time of 2 minutes per person (This regulation was exclusively violated on almost all instances!). Another ground rule that we introduced was that a mixture of Hindi and English was to be allowed i.e. it was to be a piece of Hinglish poetry.
So, with skype and the topic School I contributed the first line (a toss in my favour!). N. was slow to come up with the first one but she soon found rhythm. The rhyming was tough to follow up and many a times we had to seek each other's help in digging out rhyming words!
What rhymes with bus? - N.
ढाढस - Me
More - N. with an exasperated look.
Cumulonimbus! - The' Oh-so-helpful' me replied. (Bite me!)
My choice of words to end the sentences (we followed the aaaa bbbb scheme) was regularly cursed after each sentence. (For instance, take brrr!!...)
Apart from this seriously fun activity, I had a hilarious time renaming N. with the most varied assortment of words on Skype.Each time N. typed something, a new and highly interesting name appeared. Keeping in mind the need for peace and happiness, I shall refrain from divulging any further information on this topic.
One and a half hours of fun (It would have ended twenty minutes earlier but then circumstances were such!) culminated in what you shall read below.
Warning : Any critical consideration of this poetry is prohibited. It was intended for the sole purpose of fun. So,read it and enjoy.Discretion is advised on all other action.
Early morning 6 बजे shower के नीचे ...brrr!
School uniform, breakfast and then never reaching the bus stop समय पर ।
Bus गयी !Now rush, drag the bag take a lift from a stranger.
Long drab morning assemblies and teachersके वह lecture!
Shoes are dirty,Shirt not tucked - "Have you come to school or what?"
Mimicking the teachers behind their back and cheerfully gossiping away a lot
A meander- like queue now. O! Please spare us the daily thought.
Walking in 'straight' lines we reached the class, for the last benches we always fought
The first period - not an excuse to be alert (see him sleeping last bench पर !)
Oh and look at those corner benches, already opened lunch boxes and eating चपड़ चपड़,
Shakespearean drama next on the cards! Et tu Brute? Ma'am we WONT study Julius Caesar!
Algebra, Calculus and trigonometry ने तो बिलकुल खा लिया था सर!
RECESS now!! We enter a battlefield - (THIS IS SPARTA)- chaos begins,
Of the school corridor we were the queens and the kings
Dusty, sweaty back to class -next, the tale of sanskrit, shlokas, water bottles and other things,
Almost sleepy on the last bench, desperately waiting for the bell to ring!
RING RING! the bell goes, saying goodbyes we rush to the school bus
And all the days went the same, the school always seemed such a fuss
Yet I miss , the golden moments - I wish to relive, एक chance बस !
School की मस्ती , friends के साथ पागलपंती , काश मिल जाए वह सब वापस ।
And so ended this interesting Jugalbandi!
Goodnight from us sleepyheads now!
Well , with not much to do tonight, N. suggested that we play the Keats- Kabir Jugalbandi -a game of poetry. The rules are simple :
1. The game is played in teams of 1 or more players, a minimum of two teams is required.
2. The team that begins first is decided by a toss (or a throw of dice in the case of more than two).
3. A topic is chosen (or given by the person who loses the toss)
4. The toss winner begins a poem on the topic and gives the first line/couplet/verse (as you require)
5. The next team adds on to the same poem.
6. There is a time limit to the time given to think up one's lines (normally 2 minutes)
Since, the mood of the evening had been set by a rather nostalgic recollection of the School Farewell (courtesy :Facebook photo albums),it was no surprise that N. came up with the topic "School". We decided on a time of 2 minutes per person (This regulation was exclusively violated on almost all instances!). Another ground rule that we introduced was that a mixture of Hindi and English was to be allowed i.e. it was to be a piece of Hinglish poetry.
So, with skype and the topic School I contributed the first line (a toss in my favour!). N. was slow to come up with the first one but she soon found rhythm. The rhyming was tough to follow up and many a times we had to seek each other's help in digging out rhyming words!
What rhymes with bus? - N.
ढाढस - Me
More - N. with an exasperated look.
Cumulonimbus! - The' Oh-so-helpful' me replied. (Bite me!)
My choice of words to end the sentences (we followed the aaaa bbbb scheme) was regularly cursed after each sentence. (For instance, take brrr!!...)
Apart from this seriously fun activity, I had a hilarious time renaming N. with the most varied assortment of words on Skype.Each time N. typed something, a new and highly interesting name appeared. Keeping in mind the need for peace and happiness, I shall refrain from divulging any further information on this topic.
One and a half hours of fun (It would have ended twenty minutes earlier but then circumstances were such!) culminated in what you shall read below.
Warning : Any critical consideration of this poetry is prohibited. It was intended for the sole purpose of fun. So,read it and enjoy.Discretion is advised on all other action.
Early morning 6 बजे shower के नीचे ...brrr!
School uniform, breakfast and then never reaching the bus stop समय पर ।
Bus गयी !Now rush, drag the bag take a lift from a stranger.
Long drab morning assemblies and teachersके वह lecture!
Shoes are dirty,Shirt not tucked - "Have you come to school or what?"
Mimicking the teachers behind their back and cheerfully gossiping away a lot
A meander- like queue now. O! Please spare us the daily thought.
Walking in 'straight' lines we reached the class, for the last benches we always fought
The first period - not an excuse to be alert (see him sleeping last bench पर !)
Oh and look at those corner benches, already opened lunch boxes and eating चपड़ चपड़,
Shakespearean drama next on the cards! Et tu Brute? Ma'am we WONT study Julius Caesar!
Algebra, Calculus and trigonometry ने तो बिलकुल खा लिया था सर!
RECESS now!! We enter a battlefield - (THIS IS SPARTA)- chaos begins,
Of the school corridor we were the queens and the kings
Dusty, sweaty back to class -next, the tale of sanskrit, shlokas, water bottles and other things,
Almost sleepy on the last bench, desperately waiting for the bell to ring!
RING RING! the bell goes, saying goodbyes we rush to the school bus
And all the days went the same, the school always seemed such a fuss
Yet I miss , the golden moments - I wish to relive, एक chance बस !
School की मस्ती , friends के साथ पागलपंती , काश मिल जाए वह सब वापस ।
And so ended this interesting Jugalbandi!
Goodnight from us sleepyheads now!
