Funny Student Shayari in English

Books are open, my eyes are closed,
This is how my study session goes.

My brain has too many tabs open,
And most of them are not about studies.

Kitabein bahut si dekhi hain maine,
Magar padhne ka dil kabhi nahi kiya.

I am a very fast reader,
Until I reach the first page of my syllabus,
Then I become a statue for hours.

Exam ki raat ka nasha hi kuch aur hota hai,
Sab kuch yaad aata hai,
Bas woh nahi jo paper mein aana hota hai.

Neend aati hai magar sone ka nahi,
Kyuki syllabus abhi bahut baki hai mere bhai,
Warna result ke din rone ka nahi.

One page of study, ten pages of phone,
This is the story of every student I’ve known.
We promise ourselves to work hard today,
But end up watching videos all the way.

Teacher kehti hai mobile chhod do,
Ghar wale kehte hain dosti tod do,
Koi ye kyun nahi kehta mere doston,
Ki ye mushkil syllabus hi mod do.

Exam hall mein baith kar aisa lagta hai,
Jaise kisi anjaan desh mein aa gaye hon,
Sab likh rahe hain badi tezi se yahan,
Aur hum sirf ceiling fan ginne mein lage hon.

Kal mera exam hai aur mujhe kuch nahi aata,
Dost pooch raha hai ki taiyari kaisi hai,
Maine kaha bhai bas waisa hi haal hai mera,
Jaise bina dulhe ki koi baaraat hoti hai.

Coffee is my best friend tonight,
Because the exam is tomorrow, and I’m in fright.

Raat bhar jage hum sitaro ki tarah,
Syllabus dekha to roye becharo ki tarah.

The moon is bright and the night is deep,
But I have miles of chapters before I sleep.

I tried to study at 2 AM with full power,
But the mosquito on the wall was more interesting,
So I watched it for a whole hour.

Puri raat nikal jati hai bas ye sochne mein,
Ki kal subah jaldi uth kar padh lenge,
Phir subah uth kar hum yahi sochte hain,
Ki ab to seedha exam hall mein hi lad lenge.

Chai ka cup aur kitabon ka dher hai,
Dimaag mera ab thoda sa andher hai,
Samajh kuch nahi aa raha hai mujhko,
Ye padhai hai ya koi bhookha sher hai.

The silence of the night is very scary,
Especially when the syllabus is not ordinary.
I open the book and look at the first line,
And decide that failing will also be fine.

Lights are on but nobody is home,
My brain has decided to go and roam.
I read the same paragraph five times again,
Trying to find where the logic is hidden, in vain.

Raat bhar padhne ka irada to pakka tha,
Magar bistar ki narmi ne humein rok liya,
Khwabon mein humne topper ban kar dikhaya,
Haqeeqat mein neend ne humein tok liya.

Jab sab so rahe hote hain tab hum jagte hain,
Kitabon se hum door door tak bhagte hain,
Kehte hain log ki mehnat rang layegi ek din,
Hum to bas subah hone ka intezaar mangte hain.

Front benchers get the marks,
Backbenchers get the memories.

Hum peeche baithne wale log hain sahab,
Humare liye poora class hi stage hota hai.

Teacher looks at us and sighs,
While we discuss our lunch with our eyes.

The teacher asks a question to the class,
Front benchers raise hands like heroes,
We hide behind their backs like zeros.

Lunch box khul gaya hai pehle hi period mein,
Khushboo fail gayi hai poore class ke bhed mein,
Peeche baith kar khane ka maza hi kuch aur hai,
Chahe teacher kitna hi kyun na machaye shor hai.

Peeche ki seat par baith kar hum ne,
Duniya bhar ki saari baatein kar li hain,
Padhai to hoti rahegi umar bhar doston,
Humne to apni yaadon ki jholi bhar li hai.

We don’t care about the board or the pen,
We just wait for the clock to strike ten.
The break time is our only true goal,
Being a backbencher is good for the soul.

Attendance ke liye hi bas college aate hain,
Peeche baith kar phone hum chalate hain,
Lecture chahe kitna hi boring kyun na ho,
Hum to bas apne doston ko hi satate hain.

Kitab khol kar hum sirf tasveerein dekhte hain,
Teacher ki baaton mein hum khamiyaan khojte hain,
Duniya kehti hai ki humara kuch nahi hoga,
Hum to bas agle break ke baare mein sochte hain.

Na topper banne ki chahat hai humein,
Na hi front seat ki rahat hai humein,
Bas peeche baith kar thoda sa shor ho,
Aisi hi masti ki aadat hai humein.

In the exam hall, even the fan sounds like,
“You don’t know the answer, do you?”

Question paper dekha to hosh ud gaye,
Jo padha tha wahi sawaal mud gaye.

Exam hall is a place of prayer,
Where everyone looks at the ceiling for answers.

I asked my friend for the answer to question three,
He looked at me and said, “Bhai, I’m also at sea,”
Now both of us are staring at the degree.

Parchiyaan banayi thi bahut umeedon se,
Magar teacher meri seat ke paas hi baith gaya,
Ab wo umeedon ka mahal dheere dheere,
Meri aankhon ke saamne hi poora dait gaya.

Sheet par sheet liye ja raha hai wo topper,
Hum yahan ek line likhne ko taras rahe hain,
Bhagwan jaane kya likh raha hai itna zyada,
Hum to bas ghadi ki taraf hi dekhte rahe hain.

Everything was clear in my head last night,
But in the exam hall, everything took flight.
The paper is white and my mind is blank,
I think today my ship is going to sank.

Dost wahi jo mushkil mein kaam aaye,
Par exam hall mein wo pehchaanne se inkaar kar jaye,
Hum maangte reh gaye ek chota sa hint,
Wo topper ban kar class se bahar nikal jaye.

Sawal wahi aate hain jo humne chhode the,
Kismat ne bhi humare saath rishte tode the,
Ab baith kar bas yehi dua karte hain hum,
Ki examiner check karte waqt thoda so jaye kam.

Pen chal nahi raha aur dimaag ruk gaya hai,
Exam ka bojh mujh par poora jhuk gaya hai,
Socha tha ki is baar to aag laga denge,
Par yahan to humara hi fuse phook gaya hai.

Result day is the only day,
When I suddenly become very religious.

Result ka naam sunte hi bhook mar jati hai,
Aur mummy ki chappal ki yaad aa jati hai.

Passing marks is my only dream,
While my parents are ready to scream.

I opened the result website with trembling hands,
The loading circle felt like it lasted for years,
Finally, I saw my marks and hid my tears.

Sharma ji ka ladka topper ban gaya phir se,
Humare ghar mein matam ka mahaul chha gaya,
Ab papa ki nazrein humein dhoond rahi hain,
Lagta hai mera bura waqt ab aa gaya.

Marksheet dekh kar dil ne bas yehi kaha,
Ki thoda aur padh lete to kya bigad jata,
Ab padosiyo ke taane sunne padenge,
Kaash result wala link hi crash kar jata.

I don’t fear the marks I got in the end,
I fear the message my dad is going to send.
The percentage is low and the tension is high,
I just want to run away and say goodbye.

Rishtedar bhi ajeeb hote hain mere doston,
Saal bhar kabhi haal-chaal nahi puchte,
Magar result ke din unka phone zarur aayega,
Jaise mere marks se hi unka ghar chal jayega.

Result se darr nahi lagta sahab,
Darr to marksheet dikhane se lagta hai,
Kyuki ghar walo ka reaction dekh kar,
Dil zor zor se dhak-dhak karne lagta hai.

Paas ho gaye to party karenge shaan se,
Fail ho gaye to ghar chhod denge dhyan se,
Zindagi abhi bahut badi hai mere yaar,
Result to aate rahenge har baar aur baar.

I don’t come to college for the degree,
I come to see the one who doesn’t see me.

Class mein dhyan sirf ek hi jagah hota hai,
Jahan mera crush thoda sa muskura deta hai.

The teacher is explaining Math,
But I am busy drawing hearts on the last page.

She asked me for a pen in the middle of class,
I gave her my heart along with the ink,
Now I can’t even study or even blink.

Kitabon mein uska chehra nazar aata hai,
Padhai mein mera dil ab kahan lagta hai,
Wo ek baar mud kar dekh le meri taraf,
To mera poora din hi sawar jata hai.

Assignment likhna to bas ek bahana tha,
Asal mein to uske paas baithne ka thikana tha,
Usne pucha ki kya tumne poora kar liya,
Maine haan keh kar apna sar jhuka liya.

Love is not for students, they say to me,
But how can I ignore what my eyes see?
One smile from her is better than an A grade,
In the light of her beauty, my studies fade.

Attendance register mein uska naam dhoondte hain,
Hum class mein bas uski hi muskan dhoondte hain,
Teacher kehti hai ki beta focus karo padhai par,
Hum to bas unki nazron mein apna jahan dhoondte hain.

Crush ka birthday aane wala hai doston,
Poore mahine ka pocket money bacha liya hai,
Pata nahi wo gift legi bhi ya nahi,
Par humne to khwabon ka mahal saja liya hai.

English ki class mein wo shayari lagti hai,
Uski har ek baat badi pyari lagti hai,
Padhai likhai to chalti rahegi zindagi bhar,
Wo pass ho jaye to humein apni jeet lagti hai.

My bed and I are in a deep relationship,
But the 8 AM lecture is trying to break us up.

Subah ki neend bahut suhani hoti hai,
Magar attendance bhi to lagwani hoti hai.

I am physically in the class,
But mentally I am still under my blanket.

The alarm clock is my biggest enemy today,
It screams at me to wake up and go to college,
While my body just wants to gain sleep, not knowledge.

Ankhein band hain magar class mein baithna hai,
Professor ki boring baaton ko chup-chap sehna hai,
Kaash koi aisi machine aa jaye duniya mein,
Jo meri jagah attendance laga kar ghar chali jaye.

Subah uthne ki koshish mein dophar ho gayi,
College jane ki umeed ab thoda dher ho gayi,
Mummy ne kaha ki beta uth ja jaldi ab to,
Maine kaha ki aaj ki chutti to ab tay ho gayi.

The sun is out and the birds are singing loud,
But I am walking to class in a sleepy cloud.
Coffee is the only thing that keeps me on my feet,
Until I find a back bench and take a sweet seat.

Neend ke maare bura haal hai mera doston,
Class mein baith kar bas sapne dekh raha hoon,
Teacher puch rahi hai ki kya samjha tumne,
Main bas “Yes Sir” keh kar sar hila raha hoon.

Uthna padta hai kyuki career ka sawal hai,
Warna bistar se juda hona to bada kamaal hai,
Morning lecture lene wale bhi ajeeb hote hain,
Unhe neend nahi aati, ye bada hi bura haal hai.

Chalte chalte college pahunch hi gaye hum,
Ankhein malte malte attendance bhar hi gaye hum,
Ab intezaar hai to bas canteen wale break ka,
Kyuki neend se zyada ab bhookh se mar gaye hum.

Teacher: Why are you talking?
Me: I’m not talking, I’m exchanging ideas.

Teacher ki daant mein bhi ek alag hi maza hai,
Kyuki doston ke saath sunne mein ye bhi ek saza hai.

When teacher says “The bell is for me, not for you,”
My soul leaves my body for a minute or two.

The teacher looked at my blank answer sheet,
And asked me what I did during the whole year,
I smiled and said, “Sir, I was overcoming my fear.”

Principal office jana to humara kaam tha,
Kyuki class mein shor machana hi humara naam tha,
Teacher ne kaha ki tum kabhi nahi sudhroge,
Humne muskura kar kaha ki yehi to humara anjam tha.

Maths wale sir jab board par sawal likhte hain,
Humein to wo kisi purani film ki script lagte hain,
Samajh kuch nahi aata par hum note zarur karte hain,
Kyuki copy check hone ke darr se hum bahut darte hain.

“Keep quiet!” is the favorite line of every teacher,
But we act like we are listening to a holy preacher.
As soon as she turns her back to write on the board,
The classroom turns into a battlefield, oh Lord!

Guru ka aadar karna humari sanskriti hai,
Magar homework na dena unki choti si galti hai,
Agar wo humein thoda sa khelne ka mauka dete,
To aaj humare marks ki bhi thodi izzat badhti.

Syllabus khatam karne ki unhe bahut jaldi hai,
Humari samajh mein aana to bas ek galti hai,
Wo padhate ja rahe hain aur hum likhte ja rahe hain,
Zindagi ki gaadi bas aise hi dheere dheere chalti hai.

Staff room mein jana kisi jail jane se kam nahi,
Wahan teacher ke saamne humara koi dum nahi,
Bas copy sign ho jaye aur hum bahar aa jayein,
Isse badi khushi ki duniya mein koi aur rasam nahi.

Syllabus is like a mountain,
And I am a tiny ant with a broken leg.

Ek chapter khatam karo to do aur nikal aate hain,
Ye syllabus hai ya koi bhootia kahani hai?

I love my syllabus,
But only when it is closed and far away from me.

I tried to make a study plan for the whole month,
I spent three hours making it look very neat,
Then I slept for five hours to celebrate the feat.

Kitaben dekh kar hi bukhar aa jata hai,
Padhne baitho to pura sansar yaad aata hai,
Socha tha ki is baar to syllabus khatam kar denge,
Par ek page padhte hi neend ka jhoka aa jata hai.

History ke dates aur Chemistry ke formula,
Dimaag ka dahi kar dete hain ye saare mamla,
Kaash koi aisi goli hoti jo sab yaad karwa deti,
To humein raat bhar jagne ki na hoti koi bhi majra.

The book is thick and my patience is very thin,
I don’t know where to end or where to begin.
The exam is coming like a high-speed train,
While I am still trying to find my lost brain.

Syllabus itna hai ki dimaag chakkar kha raha hai,
Aur exam ka bhoot sir par mandra raha hai,
Doston ne kaha ki tension mat le sab ho jayega,
Par doston ka bhi haal mujh jaisa hi nazar aa raha hai.

Kal exam hai aur syllabus abhi aadha baki hai,
Meri kismat ki lakeer abhi thodi saaf baki hai,
Pass ho jayenge bas yehi ek umeed hai dil mein,
Warna dushmano ki duaon mein abhi asar baki hai.

Padhte padhte aankhein pathar ho gayi hain,
Kitaben ab mere liye zeher ho gayi hain,
Har ek page par ek naya dukh likha hai,
Student life ki baatein ab seher ho gayi hain.

Group study means:
1% study, 99% nonsense talks.

Doston ke saath padhne baithe the hum,
Padhai to nahi hui par has-has kar nikal gaye dum.

When we study together, we share everything,
Except the actual knowledge needed for the exam.

My friend said he would explain the whole chapter,
We sat together with books and snacks all around,
After two hours, only the empty wrappers were found.

Ek ne kaha ki ye wala topic important hai,
Doosre ne kaha ki ye to out of syllabus hai,
Teese ne kaha ki chalo chai peene chalte hain,
Aur aise hi humari group study ki finish line hai.

Raat bhar baith kar humne plan banaya tha,
Ki is baar top kar ke sabko dikhayenge,
Par group study mein aisi baatein shuru hui,
Ki hum bhool hi gaye ki hum kyun aaye the.

Studying alone is boring and very quiet,
But studying with friends is like a mini riot.
We start with Math and end up discussing cricket,
Losing our focus like a batsman loses his wicket.

Group study ka naam sunte hi khushi hoti hai,
Kyuki doston ke saath masti ki gunjayish hoti hai,
Padhai ho ya na ho par yaadain zarur banti hain,
Aur result ke din wahi yaadain kaam aati hain.

Dost kehte hain ki sath mein padhenge to asan hoga,
Par sath baithte hi poora class pareshan hoga,
Hasne ki aawaz staff room tak jati hai,
Aur group study ki file wahi band ho jati hai.

Hostel ke kamre mein jab sab jama hote hain,
Kitabon ke beech mein hum sab kho jate hain,
Padhai ka to bas naam hi hota hai mere yaar,
Asal mein to hum bas yaari nibha jate hain.

Canteen food is the only thing,
That makes me come to college every day.

Lecture miss karna manzoor hai humein,
Par canteen ki chai chhodna ek gunaah hai.

The stomach wants a burger,
But the pocket says, “Chai and Parle-G is enough.”

We went to the canteen to celebrate the holiday,
Everyone ordered food like a king or a queen,
Until the bill came and nobody wanted to be seen.

Canteen wale bhaiya se udhari bahut purani hai,
Ye har ek student ki apni ek kahani hai,
Paise jab aate hain tab hum bhool jate hain,
Aur bhookh lagne par wahi bhaiya yaad aate hain.

Samosa aur chai ki dosti badi gehri hai,
College ki dosti bhi thodi si sunheri hai,
Lecture chhod kar canteen mein baithna,
Yehi to hum student life ki ek choti si deri hai.

The canteen is our true classroom of life,
Where we learn to handle the hunger and the strife.
Dividing one plate of Maggi among five friends,
Is where the true lesson of sharing never ends.

Jab pocket money khatam ho jati hai mahine ke beech mein,
Tab canteen ka rasta thoda lamba lagta hai,
Dost ke kandhe par hath rakh kar chalte hain hum,
Kyuki wahi ab humara ek lauta sahara lagta hai.

Bill dene ke waqt sab phone mein lag jate hain,
Koi wallet ghar chhod aaya, ye bahana banate hain,
Dosti mein ye sab chalta hai mere doston,
Kyuki hum ek doosre ko hi to roz banate hain.

College ki yaadon mein canteen ka bada hissa hai,
Har ek mez par yahan koi na koi qissa hai,
Khana chahe kaisa bhi ho par swad aata hai,
Kyuki doston ka sath har cheez ko lazeez banata hai.

Last bench was not just a seat,
It was a kingdom of friends and laughter.

Peeche ki wo seat humesha yaad aayegi,
Jahan humne apni poori zindagi bitayi thi.

We didn’t learn much from the teacher,
But we learned everything from each other on that bench.

The scribbles on the desk tell our secrets,
The names of our crushes and the bad jokes,
Written in ink by a bunch of funny folks.

Wo aakhri bench humara thikana hua karta tha,
Har lecture mein humara apna afsana hua karta tha,
Teacher ki nazar se bach kar hum sote the wahan,
Wo bhi kya din the jab zamana humara hua karta tha.

Last bench par baith kar jo sukoon milta tha,
Wo front seat ki izzat mein kahan milta tha,
Doston ke sath wo masti aur wo shor,
Ab zindagi ki bheed mein kahan milta tha.

We grew up so fast and left that bench behind,
But the memories are still fresh in our mind.
The pen fights and the hidden snacks we shared,
In that little corner where nobody really cared.

Farewell ke din wo bench bahut yaad aaya,
Jisne humein itne saal apne paas bithaya,
Ab naye log aayenge aur naye qisse honge,
Par humara wo purana bench humesha yaad aayega.

Dosti ki shuruat wahi peeche wali seat se hui thi,
Har ek mushkil ki baat wahi peeche wali seat se hui thi,
Aaj bhale hi hum bade aadmi ban gaye hain,
Par dil ki dhadkan wahi peeche wali seat par ruki thi.

Kitaben ab library mein dhool kha rahi hain,
Par bench ki wo yaadein ab bhi muskura rahi hain,
Hum chale gaye college se door bahut door,
Magar wo purani baatein ab bhi bula rahi hain.