The following piece of poetry was left behind by Miss. Rutuja when she was suffering from a severe case of 'Chronic Boredomania'. It was during her Pharmacology lecture that she began to suffer from pangs of this disorder and could endure the pain no more. Readers should be proud to know that she fought hard and died as a martyr on the last bench of her class (yes, she died as a true LLB = Lady of the Last Bench). The following piece are her last recorded jottings, with which she honours all her predecessors, who died waiting for the lecture to get over. She is survived by family n friends and yes, an 'udhaari' of Rs. 12/- at Munna Canteen( loved ones, kindly take care of that).
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Antacids, antiemetics, purgatives,
Have now become my pet peeves.
She blabbers on....& I suffer in pain,
Any efforts to stop her, are lost in vain.
"Chronic Hyperboredomania" is my case,
Counting my last days, before I leave this place.
A last-stage patient I'm, have some pity,
Cancel this lecture & take me to 'Starcity'.
A dying person's last wish, fulfill!
Free me from bondage or own up my kill.
A martyr she died, you can later cite...
And on my tombstone, please do write...
"A kindred soul, who died waiting for the lecture to cease,
may her soul, now rest in peace".
After my demise, in my honour, friends,
Bunk a lecture, go for a movie in trends.
And remember thy friend without a scorn.
Shed a tear while munching popcorn.
