a little poem i wrote about my time in Delhi University

if you have got no money to study at HarvardU
then you might as well come to DU

the canteen has cheap food and when i was there
you could photocopy your study material too

inbetween you will meet a clueless firang
who though probably has the money to study at
HarvardU chooses to come to DelhiU(only later to bitch about the indian education system in his blog)

while there i studied literature as you can see
by this poem i was not a very good student
barely passing and hardly caring

drunk i came to many a exam and did pretty well considering the blood-alcohol amount
some students very smart and later go to ivy to do PhD
some dumb pretty dumb just like me

many profesoors have PhD from firang universities too
sometimes the campus turns into political mela
here a strike , there a strike everywhere a strike-strike
but four years/five/seven years here pass like a wink

many indian people who neber studied in DU much impressed by DU graduate
but the firangis usually just shrug and stare
if you had the same kind of friends i did u probably had more fun than possibl. in
firangi univ. but you like me will face many questions from society

take me down to DelhiU where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
many a story i could tell about my time in DU
but alas time and breath are both short now