turn the page

Hmmm... So it has been a long time since the last post. Two and a half months, no job, and a goa trip later (more on that some other time), things haven't changed much. Things are looking down again (yes you read that right). So we decided to get inspired by reading them back-pages from them engineering books of yore.

The following is my take on 'Turn the Page', originally sung by Bob Seger and later covered by Metallica. I wrote this sometime during one of the preparatory leaves I guess. Anyone who has had a KT should be able to identify with the modified lyrics. Anyone who has had multiple multiple KT's WILL know that nothing could express their mental state at the time better.

The lyrics are to be sung to the Metallica version for full effect. The Bob Seger version is far too beautiful to be tampered around with. Metallica did that, thereby letting me mess around further. I would suggest you listen to the cover by Metallica before you read this, else this will seem like hogwash.

Note- The beanpole was one of my roomies. The groans are whatever you may make of them. Enough of history lessons. Here it is:

TURN THE PAGE

By the long and lonesome Vashi creek, east of Greater Mumbai
Listening to the beanpole droning out his long groans
As you think about next papers, or the ones you gave the day before

Your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do
When you're cramming 16 hours, and there's nothing much to do
When you just don't feel like cramming, you wish this trip was through

Here I am, on my desk again
Here I am, up on my ass
Here I go plagiarising again
Here I go, turn the page

You walk into the exam hall, like your second home
You feel the eyes upon you, as you're giving papers old
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode

At times you can hope to pass, other times you can't
The same old cliches, is it a pass or a fail
And you always feel out of numbers, you dare not take a stand
Take a stand...

Here I am, on my desk again
Here I am, up on my ass
Here I go plagiarising again
Here I go, turn the page

Out there in the exam, your nerves are totally frayed
Use every ounce of imagination that comes by your way
As the sweat pours down your body, you now begin to pray

Later in the evening, as you lie awake in bed
The attempt of the paper to be figured in your head
End of the day lost all hope, remembering what you wrote
What the fuck you wrote...HUH

Here I am, on my desk again
Here I am, up on my ass
Here I go plagiarising again
Here I go, turn the page
Here I go turn that page...