Ah, Onion!

Kill him and cut him, and he will make you cry
Rightly so, madam, if you end his story,
He, too, will make you feel sorry.
And you get no pardon till your tears run dry.

For the price of onion I’d gladly drink more wine,
And then life, my dear, would just be fine, oh so fine.
But you want onion and tons of onion
For every occasion you bring him on and on.

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In Indian kitchens, onions are as essential as salt in curry (I am exaggerating a little, but it is essential nonetheless). With the soaring prices of onion in the wholesale market, the retail price has risen so much as to make a hole in our – or, at least, in my – savings.

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Knowing

I am a seeker of knowledge,
Wherever it flies I grab
And the more I know;
How little I have known, I realize.

Those who know look so plain,
So simple and humble,
That you won’t believe
They know anything at all.

The knower know what they know
They believe in what they believe,
And till their last breath
They live by their values and principles.

On the other hand, there are some
Who think they know what they do not know
And claim to have mastered
Things which are fantastic, just out of the world!

A foreigner to a vast land
Will from one instance generalize the whole,
But a native knows the true story,
And this knowing makes all the difference.

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Freedom!

“Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom. A moment comes, which comes but rarely in history, when we step out from the old to the new, when an age ends, and when the soul of a nation, long suppressed, finds utterance. It is fitting that at this solemn moment, we take the pledge of dedication to the service of India and her people and to the still larger cause of humanity.”

—Tryst with Destiny speech, Jawaharlal Nehru, 15 August 1947

A Romantic Clown

A tramp, I move here and there.
Take my words and don’t look me up and down,
I am not a romantic hero, I’m a romantic clown.
And I fear I will never reach anywhere.

While passing by I may lend you a helping hand.
When beguiled, all my possessions I may gladly share,
And, what’s more, even my love for you I may declare!
Can then I hope in rainy days you will by me stand?

But, ah, you flout my feelings and you seem suspicious
A tramp, a romantic clown, I keep on moving here and there,
I’m not a substantial man now you know and I’m not religious.
Anew I begin my journey but I fear I will never reach anywhere.

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Doing It

Rainfall in Mumbai is always late. Once, however, it starts raining here, the downpour is massive and incessant, so much so that most of the activities of the city comes to a standstill. Mumbaikers are used to such show of the weather, and we accept what we can’t change.

The moment I got in the train and sat down by the window seat (which when vacant I greedily capture), waiting for the train to move, it started raining. In a few seconds, the water gushed forth from the roof of the train station. With displeasure I made a snap decision and rose from the seat and began moving to the other side of the seat where the rain water could not touch me, could do me no harm. I almost sat on the other side of the seat when I saw what a person – who sat opposite the window seat where I was sitting – was trying to do, and changed my mind instead. I realized my mistake.

The man was trying to pull the windowpane down, and he was having some trouble doing it because he was a feeble man and the window, rarely being lubricated or pulled down, was jammed. I lent him a helping hand and together we pulled the pane down, thus saving our good selves and the seats from getting watered. The drops were heavy; one could distinctly make out the thud-thud-thud sound that the falling rain drops made.

This is but a minor experience I am narrating, but then, I do believe, major things start from minor things; there are many other instances (minor and major) where we can do it. The choice is always yours. You can either do it or you can, like many others, back off.

P.S.: It seems like the lifeline of Mumbai (the trains) have now taken the form of ships; be it by water or land or air, we will continue going to office nevertheless. While some of the vehicles are freely and naturally washed, some of them are washed away. Would you care to join us in the largest theme park ever? It’s free! It’s free!

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A Damsel Once Found Me Interesting

Much to my surprise a damsel once found me interesting,
And did all the things that a lover tends to do
Tried to understand my joy and my woe
One thing led to another, and our thoughts kept linking.

On my part I was quite unclear from the start,
If she knew lust from love; then which was she truly implying?
However, the validity of her love I refrained from questioning
And let the artist have a free hand on her art.

As days went by, my suspicion grew stronger and stronger
And like Sherlock I began reasoning,
Drew a conclusion and began wondering
How in plain words to her shall I my thoughts decipher.

After a while, as it very often happens,
The affair took a gloomy turn
And nothing of her old love remains
And her memories now I burn.

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