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A big thank you to Kirsten at http://kirstenuninterrupted.wordpress.com/ who has complied a list of thirty types of poems for the month. I will be trying some of them. This one is called the Brevette and is only three lines but I decided to write a few. The last one doesn’t exactly fit but hey, that’s me!
This is a good read.
“My History with Mathematics is rather Shambolic,
The marks in Physics were always Economic.
The Chemistry between me and Biology scored NADA,
Machines took me close to Paranoia.
English, the only class that drew attention,
Digital Circuits don’t deserve a mention,
Analog Circuits – mystery of the tron (electron and proton).
Computer Science was the only solace,
The teacher though, never liked my face.
Could never speak in a viva,
Sanskrit filled my mouth with saliva.
Hindi, for it is my mother tongue,
Handed me marks in a pump.”
It’s quite ironic that no education system teaches us how to use the tools of life when it’s life that turns out as the best teacher, mentor and guide for the rest of your life. Even more ironic and rather sad is, none of the skills I learned in my school or college are helping me make my living. Nothing helps except humanity and…
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