The Mute Observer.

PLACEMENTS, FULL SWING - with apologies to Mark Knopfler and Dire Straits (Sing to the tune of Sultans of Swing)

Vishwabhavan hall is dark
Corporates enter the car park but meantime
South of NCC you stop and you hold everything
A cold wind is blowing, its placement time
You feel alright til you hear that warning bell ring

You step inside and you see all familiar faces
Coming in is the batch where all the gyan went down
Too much competition too many other places
But not a single friendly sound
No wise ass comments, no word from class clowns

You check out HR boys, don't know their IR laws
They're only reading up not mugging or anything
And to pray real hard is all they can afford
As they step into that dreaded room and say their thing

Lateral Girl doesn't mind if she doesn't make the scene
Old job to fall back on she's doing alright
She's been shooting jargon, like anything
Saving it up for this fateful night
With the placements, with the placements, full swing

And a crowd of young studs they're fooling around in the lobby now
Shaved and dressed in their best blue blazers and their polished soles
They don't give a damn about PPTs or salary bands
They've all got their PPO
And they've worn too much deo

And then the volunteer he steps right up to the microphone
And he glares as someones cellphone rings
The three of you wait, the rest can go home
And he reminds them all of one more thing
These are the placements, we're having placements full swing