The Engineering Song

(With apologies to Don McLean)
(To Be Sung To The Tune Of "American Pie")

A long, long time ago...
I can still remember,
How the studies used to be chilled,
And I knew that if I had my way,
I would ditch this shit and get a lay,
And, maybe, I'd be happy for a while.

But March made me shiver,
With every board exam paper I'd deliver,
Another good paper down the drain,
I knew my life would be a pain.

I can't remember if I cried,
When I read my engineering admission rites,
But something fucked up deep all right,
The day my creativity died.

So bye-bye, where does my creativity lie,
My brain was driven insane,
And the insanity was an engineering requisite, oh my.
And us good old students were drinking vodka and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry",
This'll be the day that I'll let my creativity die.

Did you write the book of mugging,
And do you have faith in the art of proxying,
If the seniors tell you so ?
Do you believe in copying, without understanding,
Can attendance save you from the defaulters listing,
And can you teach me how to glass trace real slow ?

Well, I know that we all are hating it,
But we gotta put up with this shit.
We all kicked off our freedom,
Man, why is life so full of boredom?

I was a lonely student in VJTI,
With hopelessness and a tear in my eye,
But I knew there was no one sadder than I,
The day, my creativity died.

I started singing,
Bye-bye, where does my creativity lie,
My brain was driven insane,
And the insanity was an engineering requisite, oh my.
And us good old students were drinking vodka and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry",
This'll be the day that I'll let my creativity die.

Now for four years we've been rotting in dust,
And our brains have all begin to rust,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the director sang for our orientation,
In a voice he borrowed from late night news edition,
And a disappointment that came from you and me.

Oh, and while the director was looking down,
The faculty stole our freedom crown,
The orientation was, hence, a success,
And all the students were a mess.
And while I read a book on our plight,(Five Point Someone)
"No Sitting and Laughing In the Quad" was enforced without a fight,
And we wrote assignments till late at night,
The day my creativity died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, where does my creativity lie,
My brain was driven insane,
And the insanity was an engineering requisite, oh my.
And us good old students were drinking vodka and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry",
This'll be the day that I'll let my creativity die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter,
We all joined engineering without any shelter,
Eight days in and falling fast.
It landed foul on our lives,
The students tried to get future wives,
The resulting girls made us stab ourselves with knives.

Now the vacation air was sweet perfume,
While the students played a joyous tune,
We all celebrated a semester's culmination,
If only for of a brief reprieve from the oppression.
'Cause the students were finally free,
For a brief period that seemed as short as can be,
Do you recall how sad we were to be,
The day our creativity died?

We started singing,
Bye-bye, where does my creativity lie,
My brain was driven insane,
And the insanity was an engineering requisite, oh my.
And us good old students were drinking vodka and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry",
This'll be the day that I'll let my creativity die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space,
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Let's be mugging, Let's be proxying,
Let's all be students of engineering,
Cause boredom is our only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage,
My hands were clenched in fists of rage,
Only the noise from the lecture ending bell,
Could break that Satan's spell.
And as the stars climbed high into the night,
To light our sacrificial rite,
I saw the professor laughing with delight,
The day my creativity died.

We were singing,
Bye-bye, where does my creativity lie,
My brain was driven insane,
And the insanity was an engineering requisite, oh my.
And us good old students were drinking vodka and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry",
This'll be the day that I'll let my creativity die.

I met a girl who topped the class,
And I asked her if she ever had a blast,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the football ground,
Where laughter and joy was abound,
But the watchman there said we couldn't play.

And in the classes: the students screamed,
The toppers mugged, and the back benchers dreamed,
But not a word was spoken,
The sanity of all was broken.
And the three things I admire the most,
The creativity, learning, and the ability to post,
They caught the last train for the coast,
The day my creativity died.

And they were singing,
Bye-bye, where does my creativity lie,
My brain was driven insane,
And the insanity was an engineering requisite, oh my.
And us good old students were drinking vodka and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry",
This'll be the day that I'll let my creativity die.

They were singing,
Bye-bye, where does my creativity lie,
My brain was driven insane,
And the insanity was an engineering requisite, oh my.
And us good old students were drinking vodka and rye,
Singin', "This'll be the day that I cry",
This'll be the day that I'll let my creativity die.