I SIT AND PONDER

Some people accomplish so much

In the course of a single day

Moreover, I am truly surprised

If they ever get time to play

Imagine the output, at the end of the month!

It actually flabbergasts me

Are they honestly sane individuals?

Or is it, only evil they see?

There is backbiting, condemning and criticizing

And pulling others down to the ground

Plotting, planning and scheming

Their minds surely cannot be sound.

They denounce, censure and attack

Bad mouthing and picking holes

Sledging, maligning and besmirching

Could they actually be somebody’s moles?

I have watched and observed from afar

Can often spot them in a crowd

They are loud, critical and pedantic

To call them out – I have avowed

If you sit back

And let them run wild

Hoping better sense will prevail

Be prepared to suffer the consequences

It could be you, they next will assail

So stand up to tyrants and tormentors

Never back off when they dare speak

For in the blink of an eye

They will tell you a lie

And remember, they are anything but meek

I SIT AND PONDER

Some people accomplish so much

In the course of a single day

Moreover, I am truly surprised

If they ever get time to play

Imagine the output, at the end of the month!

It actually flabbergasts me

Are they honestly sane individuals?

Or is it, only evil they see?

There is backbiting, condemning and criticizing

And pulling others down to the ground

Plotting, planning and scheming

Their minds surely cannot be sound.

They denounce, censure and attack

Bad mouthing and picking holes

Sledging, maligning and besmirching

Could they actually be somebody’s moles?

I have watched and observed from afar

Can often spot them in a crowd

They are loud, critical and pedantic

To call them out – I have avowed

If you sit back

And let them run wild

Hoping better sense will prevail

Be prepared to suffer the consequences

It could be you, they next will assail

So stand up to tyrants and tormentors

Never back off when they dare speak

For in the blink of an eye

They will tell you a lie

And remember, they are anything but meek

The wonder years - memories are made of this

 Memories are made of this - the wonder years

I must have spent quite some time …….

Standing at the window and watching the rain patter down

And then form fast flowing rivulets, at the corner of the garden.

Staring up at the sky, at kites being flown with such dexterity by friends

A skill- which for some reason , I failed to master

At eagles soaring and then swooping down in a death-defying dive

As we threw scraps of food from a first-floor veranda in school.

Looking for chameleons in the bushes on hot summer afternoons

And then stringing them together on twine – Grose!

Eating meals at a snail’s pace, while attempting to dispose of the vegetables I detested

In the bushes nearby!

Waking to a shrill alarm & going for morning runs at the crack of dawn

Just to drink cold sweet water from a favourite well, on the way home.

Sitting in cycle rickshaws to and from school- while admiring the world in slow motion

Rather repetitive, but of so interesting.

Travelling by crowded trains, and thoroughly enjoying the hustle and bustle of the journey

Although I suffered quite badly with travel sickness- a paradox of sorts.

Once trying to copy from a brighter student in a Hindi exam

And failing miserably in the attempt – his promises to help, were fake

Playing seven tiles on tree lined avenues with friends

And striking the tiles with precision time and time again.

Making tea for the family – the boiling the brewing, the pouring and the serving

Strangely, it was something I quite enjoyed .

Drinking mugs full of Horlicks, Complan, and whatever else

In an attempt to put on weight, as I was unbelievably skinny.

Writing pages of ‘I will not talk in class’

As a punishment for distracting others – ‘unintentionally’!

Learning to ride the bicycle for some obscure reason on a slope

And scraping almost every part of my body till I was successful.

Playing Caroms, Ludo, Draughts, and Chinese checkers

I prided myself on being pretty good in all.

Serving mass in our parish church as often as possible

It had its distinct advantages as well!

I could tell you more

But secrets are not meant to be shared !

Simple pastimes - amazing memories

Time well spent

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The wonder years - memories are made of this

 Memories are made of this - the wonder years

I must have spent quite some time …….

Standing at the window and watching the rain patter down

And then form fast flowing rivulets, at the corner of the garden.

Staring up at the sky, at kites being flown with such dexterity by friends

A skill- which for some reason , I failed to master

At eagles soaring and then swooping down in a death-defying dive

As we threw scraps of food from a first-floor veranda in school.

Looking for chameleons in the bushes on hot summer afternoons

And then stringing them together on twine – Grose!

Eating meals at a snail’s pace, while attempting to dispose of the vegetables I detested

In the bushes nearby!

Waking to a shrill alarm & going for morning runs at the crack of dawn

Just to drink cold sweet water from a favourite well, on the way home.

Sitting in cycle rickshaws to and from school- while admiring the world in slow motion

Rather repetitive, but of so interesting.

Travelling by crowded trains, and thoroughly enjoying the hustle and bustle of the journey

Although I suffered quite badly with travel sickness- a paradox of sorts.

Once trying to copy from a brighter student in a Hindi exam

And failing miserably in the attempt – his promises to help, were fake

Playing seven tiles on tree lined avenues with friends

And striking the tiles with precision time and time again.

Making tea for the family – the boiling the brewing, the pouring and the serving

Strangely, it was something I quite enjoyed .

Drinking mugs full of Horlicks, Complan, and whatever else

In an attempt to put on weight, as I was unbelievably skinny.

Writing pages of ‘I will not talk in class’

As a punishment for distracting others – ‘unintentionally’!

Learning to ride the bicycle for some obscure reason on a slope

And scraping almost every part of my body till I was successful.

Playing Caroms, Ludo, Draughts, and Chinese checkers

I prided myself on being pretty good in all.

Serving mass in our parish church as often as possible

It had its distinct advantages as well!

I could tell you more

But secrets are not meant to be shared !

Simple pastimes - amazing memories

Time well spent

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Schools back then

 Early morning musings .... Do you remember playing on a jungle gym? High up, criss crossing , hanging . No one bothered about how safe it was or even thought about what would happen if you fell. Many did fall, dusted themselves off and got on again . No one sued the school if you fell off and broke an arm . There were no staff on lunch duty. No monitoring at all. Then there were the swings and slides. Often rusty. Some jagged edges too. No health and safety audits ! You got cut, washed it and if in school you went to the clinic. The wound was attended to. No entries in any register and no call to parents to inform them. You went home and were probably not even asked as to how you injured yourself . You got into an argument in school. One thing led to another. Someone egged both boys on and soon it was a scuffle. There were scratches, bruises and black eyes there too. No questions asked and no explanation given. You slipped on a wet floor during the rain or fell into a puddle . Never saw anyone mopping the floor or draining the water. No 'BEWARE of wet floor' signs were ever visible. I remember sitting at desks which were decades old and which had seen better days . Also of having the top bang down on my fingers and howling in pain. What about when you were about to sit down and someone pulled the chair away and you fell with a thud. I ate samosas from the school canteen and yes the flies had sat on them too . Municipality checks ? There were none. No one complained of smelly toilets, overflowing drains and leaking taps at school. And if by chance there was a sudden closure of school for any reason , you just found your way home the best way possible. I don't remember of anyone ever being kidnapped and held for ransom. Books and stationery often went missing . Once a text book was covered in ink . There was no complaining ever. We got on with life at school. And God forbid you went home and even attempted to complain about a strict teacher or getting less marks as the teacher ' did not like you '. More often than not , you were scolded, punished and told to behave and get your brains in order lest you became a loafer. How times have changed .

Schools back then

 Early morning musings .... Do you remember playing on a jungle gym? High up, criss crossing , hanging . No one bothered about how safe it was or even thought about what would happen if you fell. Many did fall, dusted themselves off and got on again . No one sued the school if you fell off and broke an arm . There were no staff on lunch duty. No monitoring at all. Then there were the swings and slides. Often rusty. Some jagged edges too. No health and safety audits ! You got cut, washed it and if in school you went to the clinic. The wound was attended to. No entries in any register and no call to parents to inform them. You went home and were probably not even asked as to how you injured yourself . You got into an argument in school. One thing led to another. Someone egged both boys on and soon it was a scuffle. There were scratches, bruises and black eyes there too. No questions asked and no explanation given. You slipped on a wet floor during the rain or fell into a puddle . Never saw anyone mopping the floor or draining the water. No 'BEWARE of wet floor' signs were ever visible. I remember sitting at desks which were decades old and which had seen better days . Also of having the top bang down on my fingers and howling in pain. What about when you were about to sit down and someone pulled the chair away and you fell with a thud. I ate samosas from the school canteen and yes the flies had sat on them too . Municipality checks ? There were none. No one complained of smelly toilets, overflowing drains and leaking taps at school. And if by chance there was a sudden closure of school for any reason , you just found your way home the best way possible. I don't remember of anyone ever being kidnapped and held for ransom. Books and stationery often went missing . Once a text book was covered in ink . There was no complaining ever. We got on with life at school. And God forbid you went home and even attempted to complain about a strict teacher or getting less marks as the teacher ' did not like you '. More often than not , you were scolded, punished and told to behave and get your brains in order lest you became a loafer. How times have changed .

Unforgettable

 

I’ve seen you at your best.

 And often at your worst.

Have seen you at your happiest.

And then when you’ve been down.

But the day I saw you hurt

Almost run into the ground

Was the day I still remember

When the morning was fogbound

 

Your life was at a standstill.

 Tears flowed from your almond eyes.

You talked of happier times

While remembering all his lies.

You mulled over the future.

You said all would be fine.

But deep down in that broken heart

I saw  some desperate signs

 

And the snowflakes

Fell softly to the ground.

And the earth became all white.

And we talked and laughed

And reminisced

Through the long dark dreary night

 

But morning came

As sure it would

And the sun rose in the sky

Then out of the blue

Two shots rang out

They left me wondering why.

 

The bullets hit where they were aimed

They pierced your beating heart.

Then with your last breath

you whispered his name

And I woke up with a start.

 

I woke and looked around the room

You were nowhere to be seen.

I’ve had that dream

A million times

And now it’s so surreal.

 

But life goes on

And stories abound

Of how you were shot and killed

The seasons change

And years go by

But he was never grilled

 

Now every year, on that sad day

To the cottage I retreat

And reminisce on happier times

While hanging the mourning wreath

I sing the songs

You loved to hear

I cook your favourite meal

The incense burns

Smoke fills the room

And

Your silhouette before the altar kneels