School at DPS was utterly disgusting,
‘Cause there wasn’t anything worth celebrating.
So, I’m very grateful for befriending you, Crackpot,
Because sitting at the last desk we talked what not.
Heavenly seem those times when we sat together,
Thus, when ‘Dabangg Eyes’ glared at us — we didn’t bother!
‘Loudspeaker’ teaching Biology made us able
To tolerate ‘Anaconda’s — ”Bags to keep down the table”!
Regret not hearing the comments of ‘Boma’ Ma’am—
”Rishi, don’t use your mouth; use your hand!”
I miss flunking miserably at the DPS tests—
What great marks we had achieved even after trying our best!
Exotic was the tasteless food at the DPS canteen,
Compared to them, at cooking, I feel I’m the queen!
Smita Ma’am’s Barbie sunglasses worn by the girls of Class 5,
Taught us the significance of fashion in our lives.
Yet the best part about DPS was cheating excessively,
With Shreyansh giving us the lead proudly.
The library, which is meant to be a zone of silence,
Was converted by our librarians to a zone of violence!
Arundhuti Ma’am at Edwise with her puckered lips
Turned on Parvez who just stared at her sexy hips.
Our trip to the British Council made us aware
Of the eternity Parvez spends in his washroom — So, girls, beware!
Standing and hanging from the Barasat-Baruipur bus—
Remember that Bihari Aunty who, in English, did fuss?
Shopping at Mani Square and our Pantaloons visit
Was evident after Aakash’s monetary digits.
I’ll miss you terribly and our last-bench seat,
But I’ve got no regrets, ’cause we’ll always meet!
Aur life mein aage kuch bhi ho jaye—
We’ll never miss DPS ( Dehati Public Shouchalay)!
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