LIFE! I know not what thou art,
But know that thou and I must part;
And when, or how, or where we met
I own to me’s a secret yet.
Life! we’ve been long together,
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
‘Tis hard to part when friends are dear—
Perhaps ’twill cost a sigh, a tear;
—Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good-night—but in some brighter clime
Bid me Good-morning.
— A L Barbauid
I am perhaps one of the last of “my era” reading Asimov’s Foundation series. Finished reading Second foundation yesterday and some very obvious errors in his writing caught my eyes. Chapter 6 – One man, The mule and another – Mule suspects Channis to be a second foundationer and incapacitates him. When he comes to … Continue reading Second Foundation – Nitpicks
It will not change now After so many years; Life has not broken it With parting or tears; Death will not alter it, It will live on In all my songs for you When I am gone. – Sarah Teasdale
A young truant leader carrying the Gandhi name, Thought of minority bashing as gateway to fame, The Election Commission did get hold, Of a CD containing his statements bold, Now the country understands Varun’s double game. II In India, politics and elections make strange bedmates, Leaders willing to ally given right incentives and rates, Corrupt … Continue reading Limericks !
“Uncle, Numair has hit me unnecessarily. He is a very bad boy”. The complainant was a 6 year old child – about the same age as my son Numair. It had been a tough day at the office for me. I had been intercepted by this gang of children as I was walking back home … Continue reading Wrong and Right
During the last few days we have been treated to the spectacle of Mr. Varun Gandhi’s speech in his constituency and his clarifications thereon, ad nauseam. As a cynical and passive observer of the Indian political scene, I feel amazed at the flagrant doublespeak of Varun and BJP. If the errant scion of Gandhi family … Continue reading Varun Gandhi’s Doublespeak
It was one of the lazy weekend afternoons during the early nineties. I had reported to a Mumbai based coast guard ship on deputation from the Indian Navy. Keen to get acquainted with my new shipmates, I changed and went to the Ante Room. The bar was open, the atmosphere was relaxed; the lights dim … Continue reading From Incomplete to Finished!
Romanced by great Indians, by our Mahatma conceived, Lady D’Cracy by others has been cheated and deceived. The Lady has become the rich and powerful Indian’s keep, Born 15th of August 1947, her status today makes me weep. Her adoring but naive suitors have been fooled and ravaged, Her beauty, her ideals, her concerns torn apart … Continue reading Travails of D’Cracy
This one goes back to my junior college days in a small town during the late seventies. The draconian regulations of the school had just been superseded by the lax discipline of college life. I had recently joined the Rotaract Club of Nagpur. It’s always the neo converts to a cause who are most fanatically … Continue reading Close Encounters with the Fairer Sex!
I wondered at the magnificence of the pier in eighteenth century made, And thought why its beauty with passage of time does not seem to fade. The pier stood proudly with iron legs embedded in waters oh so blue, And the docks below came alive, spoke to me and offered some clue. “Glorious ships, men … Continue reading The Old Pier at Port Blair!