My Dear 猿

こんにちは。

On the Ides of last August

arrived someone to whom I must

dedicate my words of song

and hope that they belong

to one of her favourites.

She is a very spirited

soul, sometimes misunderstood.

To list her successes would

fill books, yet it was not that

facet that drew me, just that

I wanted to know her more. She

then removed the mask for me

and I can honestly say

that has indeed made my day.

She is a remarkably

selfless person who ably

assists me in my distress.

The one thing which has impressed

me much is her lack of ego.

She can take advice and let go

so easily. Self - esteem

is so high, nearly a dream.

Even though she's so deep, she's so

childish as well. That's so

great 'cause we share so much

together. Laughs, giggles and lunch.

Secrets, jokes, messages and

more. I never thought me and

my best friend would get along

so well. Our jokes to belong

only to ourselves. I'm glad

she likes my stories and had

given a ear to all of my

worries. She is different, my

dear honourable reader,

yet she is the same. We're enantiomers.

Non-superimposable mirror images!

さようなら。

Beauty and the Beast

My teeth may not be perfect, yet I smile...
My laugh may not be sweet, yet I'll oblige...
My handwriting may not be great, yet I write...
My singing may not be beautiful, yet I try...
My walk may be ludicrous, yet I run...
My sense of humour may be in delay, yet I have fun....

Because...

However ugly my characteristics may be,
There is a bit of my beautiful soul in these actions you see.

An Autobiography

The first time I opened my eyes

I saw a glowing globe rise

which threw light on the extensive

beautiful blue blanket that did give

the exquisite envelope fit

for the gifts of God beneath it.

Lord, I beseech ye to keep that place

as I saw it during the phase

of my life which felt wonder and

admired the greenery of the land.

I also recollect my first

taste of water; all thought of thirst

forgotten; the feel of rain,

the pulse of ecstasy coursing my vein.

I thus embraced the seeds of life

and promised not to cause strife

among the benevolent creatures

that adorn the magnificent features

of Earth. Months passed by and I grew tall

enough to make out a high wall.

I rose up and up, high above.

Every strand of hair does blow

with every gust of the fast wind.

My heart felt so heavy and pinned

against its confines for not being

able to see the sun heaving

its shining self across the sky,

nor the celestial Luna, high

up, making herself move all the way

across the gem-laden night. May

thunder or lightning race about,

I cared for nothing except about

seeing the world over the wall.

I stretched my arms and stood tall

on my toes and slowly worked my

body towards the top. With a sigh,

a pant and a lunge, I worked thus.

Suddenly, I felt that I must

do something else as well-worth,

something to add joy and mirth.

Soon, I was bounded by colour

which gave me the strength to harbour

failures I encountered while

trying to scale the wall, so high.

At last! I did it! I did it!

My head burst over the sunlit

side of the wall and knew nothing

but ecstasy that is lingering

even today. But then something happened

that made me feel uneasy, dampened.

Each breath became heavier than

the last. The colours grew blurred and

my deep crystal clear vision

grew worse. I lost my sense of mission.

I felt a cloud of black surround

me. My eyes weighed a thousand pounds.

After that, I remembered nothing,

heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing.

When my overwrought eyes opened

again, I thought what a God – send

it was to just be able to breathe

peacefully. I realized

I was imprisoned. My on-the-heal

mind told me so. But I did not feel

suffocated and that was sufficient.

I have lain here since. On the

eve of my hundredth year, a child read the

writing on my transparent wall,

‘Tree – extinct specie’ and that is all.

The Oak and the Sugarcane

In this huge world

It is surprising to see,

We are the size of ants

But we accept superiority with glee.

In this huge world,

There was a tiny place

Fantastical to every boy and girl,

Filled with greenery and sunny days.

In this huge world,

And in this tiny place,

Lived a sugarcane and an oak,

Who once met each other’s gaze.

‘In this huge world’,

The oak said with pride,

‘There is none bigger than me

And I never have reason to hide’.

‘In this huge world’,

Thought the humble sugarcane.

Who chose silence as a reply,

‘Disguise is useless for someone so vain.

In this huge world,

Nature plays a bigger part.

She called upon a ferocious storm

As the words she heard had pricked her heart.

In this huge world

And in this tiny place,

The storm showed no mercy

And did not slacken its pace.

In this huge world,

To the oak who once arrogantly defied,

Weakness and disguise,

Life was at once denied.

In this huge world,

When the whirling winds arrived

To strike the sugarcane,

Miraculously, it survived.

In this huge world,

Where tales are often told.

Forgive me for boring you,

But good tales are often retold.

....written when I was in IX standard

A fearful malady

As the sun sets in the west,

it sends out its last rays, the best

sight that cheers me as I lie

in bed. I let myself sigh.

I really have faced a few

times in the sick bed and do rue

this latest malady that

Struck me this June, just like that

I moan as I remember

the ways I tried to ward her

away from me. I drummed away on

the keyboard; high scores are born.

My nose is an inch apart

from the monitor. My heart

then feels a misgiving. So,

I devise a new cure. With more

ado, I flip channels. I

feel snug in the arms of my

favourite stars on Disney.

Alas! She striketh poor me

again! Lady Malady, show

some pity. Resigned, I move

into the study. Armed with

the most spectacular myth

of Ulysees, I relax

into my chair. It still lacks

the power to repel my disease.

It rears its head again. Please

stop! Yet it struck me when the

hero finally met the

long-missed family. I then

turned on music. This was when

The Lady Malady was

just beside me, the cause

apparently being due

to me hearing, not the new,

but the oft-heard songs. With great

deftness, she swept me into my state

of despair. Oh noble reader,

before you scold me or Her,

let me bestow her proper name,

she has earned eternal fame,

for she is the Lady BOREDOM.

I certainly owe you some

thanks for staying till the end,

having precious time to lend,

‘cause you helped me drive away,

the so fearful Malady!

(When bored during hols after XII! :-) )

Ode to First 4 Silver

It certainly is a dreary day

when we have to go our separate way

after four years of happiness and pain,

after all those losses and those gains

after those friendships and hardships

after those successes and those slips.

Twenty five years have elapsed since then

for PSG Tech ’84 brethren.

As waves of nostalgia crash upon the

ocean of thoughts now, First 4 Silver, the

successful unique reunion

has most definitely achieved its mission

by bringing together so many,

nearly a hundred batchmates and family.

The Herculean tasks of oiling rusty

links and forging new ones, dusting musty

autograph books and contacting one

and all, planning the show and the fun

was accomplished by the skilled alumni

Kudos! to those who pushed these dreams sky high.

Yet the day for them to separate

is at hand again. But with batchmates

exchanging contacts and emails now.

it is fairly evident to all by now,

it is not the mere beginning of the end,

rather it is the dawn of a fresh beginning.

....written for my dad at his silver jubilee college reunion