Profoundly irritated by the cumulative
Underserved neglect and academic betrayal
By sheer systemic chaos
Dominated and frustrated by a feeblest creature
Wearing an uniform of venality, crime,
Heightened academic stupidity and sterility,
All stemming from ‘authority’ and power
Of that exalted office in concrete corridors
I sought refugee in work,
Not only to get energized by it
But also to release my boundless energy
To show case my audience
“Who I am?”
It was a sort of an inexplicable depression
And seeking a shoulder to cry on was in vain,
As there was no one worthwhile and credible
Mine was a clear, savage violence in
Teaching in that semester
Ensuing that academic gang rape
By falling in love with Paul krugman’s
New text book international economics
That romance, that thunder shower in the class room
Calmed and cooled my nerves
Suddenly I found myself elevated to a
Higher academic/spiritual plane
On a high level of meditation.
To repeat, neither the love of solitude
Nor, the secret prayer to God
Showered me peace and bliss
But only violence in teaching and writing
Showed me the rainbow of joy.
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