Elegy Written in an Educational Graveyard ------------------------------------------ OR Myriad Are the GATEways to Ignorance ------------------------------------By SAK (the coordinator's call for GATE corrections)
'Tis the season of GATE A recurrent theme of late There's coke and chips all around And departmental activity runs aground. A titanic task ahead At the end of which we'll be mostly dead A Battle Black and Blue against Red You'll have to work it all out in your head. Everybody who something knows Puts his glasses to his nose Dean and Head, Prof and Ass Prof. Grades till his eyebrows wear off. Let everyone come well prepared And let no one be spared It's a judgement on education Unfortunately it's your vocation.