The Chosen One

The room is full, every soul looks dull

The trainer is trying hard to break through our skull

The mobiles are out and laptops switched on

Everyone is looking time to quickly move on

Pretending a seriously “thinking” expression on their faces

They try to show, they understood the project and all the phases

Holding hard the urge to doze or yawn

Phones are being used on and on

Wishing a small unharmed earthquake

Or at least a fire without any life at stake

Anything, to make the training stop

I SMSed the almighty back to back non-stop

Before the SMS reached the Intended Lord

Trainer caught me totally off-guard.

He started bombarding questions

To embarrass me, being his sole intention

Miraculously, answers poured out of me

Everyone was taken aback, including me

The questions woke me up far and wide

While the trainer proceeded to his next slide

I was awake for the rest of the class

And tried to participate with the mass

After 4 long hours the training was done

With little “Gyaan” I got, I felt I am “The Chosen One”