m just lost

(2nd nov 1991 / new delhi)

what a waste..! !


m in ma lecture
lecture of optical communication
attenuation and distortion
are in ma whole concentration
the way he speaks
the way he walks
the only ringtone he has
its not definitely the liberty walk
5th bench...1st row
his voice in ma ears
is worst much then crow
ohhh mg
the only word understandable
to ma whole class is
NEXT
may god please
make all souls taught by him
take REST
scattering loss..is caused by this that this
ohh hell
how he lives with her miss
arj hai
ye humara dard-e-jigar h
dard-e-dimag me tabdil hota
uff bacha lo hme is scattering process se
varna mat puchna
kyu har student is class me sota h
wah..wah..wah

Submitted: Monday, September 24, 2012

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ma teacher of optical communication is total disaster...

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