My Seminar

God has bestowed me, with a voice so nice,

That the teacher gives me, enough seminars to suffice,

Vinay do this, and Vinay do that,

Give a seminar at the drop of a hat.

Today, I had to give seminars two,

One in C++, the other in CIP too,

I hit the midnight oil yesterday, preparing for it,

So serious was I, I fell asleep with the light still lit.

With God’s grace, I was late for class,

I entered to see a new teacher, alas!

Hoping she didn’t know of my task, I sat down,

But she did know, as she told with a frown

She told me, Vinay start your seminar fast,

I took up my notes, and stood up at long last,

The class was asleep, I could tell with ease,

They told do awesome, wake us please,

My friends, applauded, as I started to speak,

The teacher looked shocked, my knees a bit weak,

10 minutes in, she still looked pale,

I stopped to ask for doubts, lest she made me fail.

The class, looked at me, and burst out loud,

Gales of laughter, were on me bestowed,

Now I was shocked, as I waited for them to stop,

Anxious to know, why my seminar was a flop

When I came to know, I joined the fun with a smile,

The teacher joined too, and we laughed for a while,

I’d jumbled them up, given the wrong one,

It was a bit embarrassing for me, yet all had a lot of fun.

Note: CIP is Constitution of India. :) Nothing whatsoever to do with programming.

PS: This an old poem... but i think it suits the day, so posted! :)