Staff College Induction

Friends! Probationers! Countrymen!

Lend me your ears!

I come to bore you, not entertain

The good that probationers do, is oft forgotten

The mischiefs are remembered for generations.

Generations may come and generations may go,

But it will not be the case with us, you know.

This august batch of December ’82,

Is exactly whom I’m referring to.

We gents keep to ourselves and as for the dames,

They are all determined to keep their surnames

Unchanged, till thy Kingdom come,

We wish them luck, and they’re welcome

To pursue their careers in all seriousness.

The campus proves the short-sightedness,

Of the planner who planned it all,

Fully knowing that the dining hall

Would have to be reached by a rather long walk

And whoever’s with you, wouldn’t dare talk

For fear of digesting he’s taken,

And finding himself hungry before saying “Amen”.

Beholding the geysers we gave a joyous cry

Only to realize that the taps remained dry.

As the saying goes, “it’s the early bird

That catches the worm” or so we’ve heard.

Hence we return before the stipulated time,

The guards are surprised to find Mr. Chida doesn’t sign

Anymore at the register, kept at the gate

Little do we know what’s in our fate .

Blindly are we following all the rules

For foreign postings are awaiting us fools,

It’s just like the donkey’s carrot

And we are indeed a determined lot.

We will remain eligible bachelors all-

If USA’s unavailable, there’s always Nepal!

Frankly the classes have been a bore

Barring the periods in which we swore

To become true bankers, and serve the bank,

That’s yours and mine, and for the Common Man

On the street, or maybe in his hut

Who has kept his eyes and ears shut.

It will be us, the probationers of ’82,

Who’ll bring the Bank closer, to these people too.

We are enjoying our stay, here, at Hyderabad,

That’s why we say folks, "State Bank Zindabad!”