Showing posts with label job. Show all posts
Showing posts with label job. Show all posts

Project Team Mein Aayi Ek Ladki...

Disclaimer : The poem is purely fictional and not related to any person dead or alive. If any resemblance to anyone is found, write another poem like this and add this Disclaimer on top of it! :-)


Aaj meri project team mein, eek nayi ladki aayi hai
Usne team ke sabhi ladkon ki, soyi ummeeeden jagai hain.

Shruwaat mein to doston, relations the bade professional
Dheere dheere, mujhe iccha huyi, baat karu main kuch personal.

Technically to pata nahi, par beauty mein to woh strong hai,
Aisi khoobsurat ladki ki help karne mein kya wrong hai?

Haalat aisi huyi meri kharaab, doston kya bataun main tumhe,
Pakki duffer nikli wohi, aur bade irritating the woh lamhe.

Ek minute discussion ka, lagta hai jaise ek saal,
Frustration itni badh jaati hai, ki kheench lun apne baal!

Das baje aati hai woh, 5.30 ko chali jaati,
Kaam khud se kuch na kare, sab kaam mujh se karvati!

Kaam saara maine kiya, credit ki woh nikli chor,
Isliye appraisal ke time pe, doston, ho gaya main ignore.

Uske peeche barbaad hue sab type ke projects,
Fir bhi rehti hai woh on top of boss's list of favourites..

Jaise taise, mar mar ke, complete kiya technical project,
Saath hi mere personal interests ko, usne berehami se kiya reject.

Is haadse ke baad, IT companies ki har ladki se main darta hun
Project team mein koi ladki na aaye, bas yehi dua main karta hun.


Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

Title – Mamma I Don’t Feel, Good In These Shoes

A depressing poem which metaphors pain in career with that of pain of a shoe!!!


Thought these are called the Programmer's boot
As they program their world however they choose.
Yes, the guys say they look good on me
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

It’s a heavy pair and rough from inside
The laces keep on tightening, nails from the sides
Force me to walk for bigger career virtues
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!

If the soul is the sole, then it’s all worn out
Somehow I can just type, but I can never shout.
I maybe technically strong, unable to refuse
But mamma I don’t feel, good in these shoes!