All Hail Pee Eich Dee…

January 30, 2009 at 2:05 pm | Posted in bong, King markiV returns, life, work | 6 Comments
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Times’ been slow
Since I got my feet
Off fair grounds
And in, this deep
Leaving home
To get all wise
And before the year
Broken thrice
Crapped and pooped
In search of light
Stupidest decision
In hindsight
In comes the experienced
With wisdom, sound
Of years, stuck
Of being around
“But that’s the way
Its done, you see…
That’s the way
Of Pee Eich Dee..”

Smarten Idea-
More Ex, More Y
I need more Data
“Sir, one more try?”
A beta here,
And a gamma there
Differentiate alpha
And throw a square
But that’s just the beginning
Of this tale of woe
Partial it out
With the vector’s Doe
Wake up in the morning
And get all dressed
Then tear it out
“It won’t regress”
So the cubicle’s set
On the chair all perched
Google, Orkut, Facebook
In the name of research
Then there’s the break
As humans deserve
When you get all guilty
Try to graph that curve
“Its not linear, sir-
Its just not flat,
I can’t adjust that R-Square
Or derive Y-Hat”
Can’t question the process
Can’t scream “Why Me?”
Apparently that’s just
The Pee Eich Dee!

The day wears on,
To the break of lunch
Get off my comp
Break off that hunch
The fridge is empty
So eat out once more
Like we did yesterday
And the day before
What will it be?
We could have Chinese…
Tasteless rice
“More Tofu, please?”
Or we could go dashing
For veggies in bread
And try to remember
Those days, well fed
And there goes the billing
All my savings, spent
Seven wholesome dollars
And twenty one cents
Oh, did you expect
They’d give it off, free?
Just ‘cos I’m a poor victim
Of Pee Eich Dee?

So that all done,
Its time to rest
Admist five journals
And two more tests
That paper isn’t reviewed
And Mr.Lagrange can’t wait
But that FB game
Is too good a bait
Until you realize
Your work’s out of scope
And diversions keep pushing you
On the slippery slope
Deadlines to meet,
Motivated by fear
Wake up, realize
You’ve got five years…
Frequently questioning
The purpose of life
A longing glance
At that elusive knife
And to the end you think
What is it worth?
When all but boredom
You’re in forever, dearth…
A doctor before
And nothing much after
And you get down thinking
Does a name really matter?
Its all transient
But I’m going to flee
Adieu to you
Hail, Pee Eich Dee….

No Longer Invisible!

September 15, 2008 at 5:46 pm | Posted in bong, King markiV returns | 16 Comments
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I got a phone
After a month of cloak
Can’t hold no longer
Thought I’d croak

So what’s the deal
So great, to speak?
What’s in a phone,
Such pride, to seek?

The model ain’t great
Plain Vanilla, the kind
But then you ask
A story, don’t mind

A good half decade
Before “G”s came thrice
Or so I should tell
My communicating device!

It started with hutch
or RPG
It was far in too yester
Its hard, you see

However then,
A postpaid run
The puppy, they claimed,
Loads of fun

WAP and SMS
and tonns o’ tone;
Downloads and stuff
sold on the phone

A wax, a wane
a month of joy,
The puppy and I
How the time did fly

The honeymoon went on
No cons, just pros
A bomb in mail
To pay through my nose

No! I said
I need a check
I’ll pay in the begining
and save my neck

Life went on,
The puppy, naught
But now he was fed
Right in the start

All was cool,
until the groups;
It was, afterall
free for coups!

“Time for change”
I said to me
“unlimited calls,
and its even free!

“I wouldn’t want to miss
Couldn’t sit back;
The puppy is nothing
against the maestro’s track”

Talk all day
Stay in the groove
Talk all night
But talk? to who?

Conference calls
All night yap
With them people
I was almost trapped

The puppy came,
A second rescue
I ran before
My brain got skewed

Changes did come
In time and place
The puppy i held,
In every face

Now so different,
I have no doubt
In the land of dreams
But the dog’s out

Free phone, they say
Free airtime, mate
Forget the puppy
Forget your fate

I got my number
A month’s gone
But (at least) I’m contactable
From night to dawn

Oh! Did i tell you?
In, Outs don’t matter
Its the time that counts
‘When’ you choose to chatter

The nights, they claim
are all just free
But anytime else,
“Oh, Poor me!”

So give me a jingle
Drop by, a voice
And if i don’t pick up
Its the time- bad choice

The globe looks nice
a-t-and-t
But nothing like being followed
By a little puppy!

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