I am proud to be a 'Loser'!!

I am proud to be a loser

Hi! I am I-mon.

I am a rich father’s rich son.

Rich only till the day I start earning myself,

And I don’t think it will be soon enough to offer my dad any help.

Talking of the present, I go to school only because I am supposed to,

And when I am in school, I can’t even tell whether I am wearing the right shoe.

Of course, I enjoy going to school,

I never miss the annual day, the Christmas party, the fete and the April fool?

Isn’t it fun? Playing pranks in the classroom,

Waiting for the recess bell to go, and then go home, vroommm...

Teachers call me a back bencher.

What they don’t know is, I come late so that the good students are seated better.

How does it matter if I can’t see the board?

It is, anyway, all meant to get me bored. :o

My mom drives me downtown to the central park in the evenings,

I play with the guard and score a century in every innings.

I have few friends, fewer good friends and no best friend,

Because to be with a guy like me one must have the right blend.

I am a responsible kid and can take care of myself.

I tidy my room, my bed and all those things you see on the shelf.

There’s a maid been kept who doesn’t help me much,

And only because on weekdays I am little busy, it lacks just that personal touch.

Even the slightest nod sideways would make me cry,

That’s why I have almost everything money can buy.

I am rest assured that I will have a pleasant supper tonight,

But even the best quality food cannot test my appetite!

How fortunate to have a brain free from worries, sorrows and pain

The sun rises, then sets, and rises again,

I know this won’t go on forever,

Someday I will have to taste life by its true flavour.

Let me tell you, I am not 'one of a kind',

There will be hundred others if you care to find,

I have been a pest to my parents since the day I got off the pram,

Still my arrogance makes me feel proud for the loser I am!

Inside the computer

INSIDE THE COMPUTER

Strange things happen before Christmas-day,

Such did my parents think,

When they saw me and my brother lay,

And the empty milk mugs in the sink,

Early in the eve, the clouds were still and the sky was gray.

We opened our eyes only to find ourselves in a green crate.

Anu said,”Looks like the gremlins have lived their lives”.

“Negative”, I could bet.

“It seems we’re standing on a few disc-drives!”

Anu wondered we’d been bewitched inside a computer cabinet.

He was confirmed once we began to waltz on a spinning disc,

The laser provided the disco’ lightings.

To live, we had to take the risk.

Holding each other’s hands we jumped to our right,

And landed safe, coz both were equally brisk.

We rested a while on the motherboard’s lap,

Just then the case fan shooed us away hard on the RAM,

Hanging by a chips paw, we waited for the next trap.

Sliding down the bus cables and squeezing thru the wired jam

We peeked out of the floppy - drive’s gap.

The thing spat us out in a mess,

And we were back on our beds,

Looking at each others faces

Turned blue, green and red,

Thanking for our bones still tidy, by God’s grace.

The clock said five past eight... the room sun lit

Mom and Dad called us to show what Santa had pulled out of his gunny.

Standing before us, was the same monster! The deadly spirit!

It was a PC that was poured down the chimney.

Staring at it we both said,”Don’t tell. They won’t believe it.”