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  Black like a brute It lies there mute When it talks in style It flashes bright smile It sings what they like It stops when they dislike It’s cared, it’s abused It’s shoved, it’s refused They call it an idiot box Around it the life baulks It predicts unpredictable weather And the future price of leather Some own more than one Yet some have none Wading infinite family moods And spectra of routes Say all at home The teli removes a vacuum The ladies like the soaps The males dismiss ‘em as dopes They love the losing sports Despite tons of ads it promotes The kids like the toons The old think it is a boon The young now dismiss it a doom! The small screen will definitely run. Or would it, perhaps it won't. Oh! descended the world of IT From Abacus to do some calculus It forged the way we work It destroyed a whole industry Of papers, files and file cabinets! It enlightened us, it enslaved us! It spewed out prints and glossies With such

Wake up Rohan, wake up; today you’ve a test! He eats up Calculus and Calorimeter in good jest, Chews on mundane axioms one, two unto five And belches theorems of geometry dead and alive. Rohan moves to school in nonstop research and reveries, Of his tutors with monstrous knowledge from mortuaries. Oh! Does his face turn turtle or purple? Of course not gentle As he taps, the electronic face spews out data that startle! He ponders o’er not so green a “Green Revolution”! He is rushed to the Pink City o’er the deep blue Ocean He learns of blue litmus that turn rancid with acid And suffers lessons on Yellow Fever and how things go placid ‘Rohaan’ calls the French Madam and goes on to grill On this and that and history of *Courville She checks her watch set on patterns o’ Conjugation And, yells to the class to take her petite translation The great India history is a funny story The boiling point of Hydrogen below Zero degree! Geography turns so dreary with