Thursday, September 25, 2014
Sunday, September 21, 2014
CORRIANDER
OR
HOUND OF HEAVEN PtI
,This was due to be written since long,the subject corroding my heart all the time. Then, when Jamo brought back my PUC poetry book, the Hound, glaring at me censuring for my lapses, it was time. But the inter-net was truant.It took a visit from a longtime "friend", who boasts, "he does not believe in God " for my memories to gush out;-
"...I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind......
Adown titanic glooms of chasme d hears,
From those strong feet that followed, followed after
But with unhurrying chase and unperturbe d pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat, and a Voice beat,
More instant than the feet :
All things betray thee who betrayest me. "
As a student, I used to cry if I got less than expected marks in some test for having betrayed Him by not sticking to my vow of avoiding my wayward ways- recalling this" Voice" of Francis Thompson--it is a different matter that all his beautiful poetry was under the influence of opium!
The friend who came yesterday is a widower , has seen a 1000 moon.We worked together in Kashmir House in the early Eighties.His eldest child- a daughter- is an epileptic and schizophrenic. A clue to his anti -God vows! Result; He came in such dishevelment, allegedly seeking some succour away from the middle son with whom he is staying, along with his daughter. Youngest son is allegedly earning crores in the U. S. Eldest, an ex Army Maj is staying opp to us in AWHO, but my friend will have nothing to do with him; the son had allegedly dispossessed him of another property by fraudulent means. They are not even in talking terms( my sons are also not in"talking terms" with me; but, that is at a different level- we talk when absolutely necessary on either grossly mundane OR highly cosmic matters). Despite pleas from Brin and me, he wanted to return home, inspite of the late hour and I had to do the 70 km to& fro trip to put him in a Metro to Delhi.Neither his bitterness about God and Life nor my abiding Faith in His Mercy and the belief in the Glory of Life have been affected after the meeting
In 1950, when Raj had to. join College there were no ready resources and he could join and graduate only with the help of some benefactor and some from our paternal uncle.(Even as i am returning that" Karma" to Chinnu now- not for studies but for living in wilderness).In 1954 after graduation, Raj equipped himself with "kabaddi" of all his books and notes("kabaddi" has been both the family heirloom and sustenance) and took me to our newly married elder Bro's home in Hyderabad for the holidays(my first&last)(Andhra Pradesh having been recently formed, I , in my ignorance expected the train to be stopped and checked by gun trotting troops a-la, II WW scenes across Hitler's Europe and was disappointed when it was NOT, even when the passengers were excitedly shouting"this is the border")
OR
HOUND OF HEAVEN PtI
,This was due to be written since long,the subject corroding my heart all the time. Then, when Jamo brought back my PUC poetry book, the Hound, glaring at me censuring for my lapses, it was time. But the inter-net was truant.It took a visit from a longtime "friend", who boasts, "he does not believe in God " for my memories to gush out;-
"...I fled Him down the labyrinthine ways of my own mind......
Adown titanic glooms of chasme d hears,
From those strong feet that followed, followed after
But with unhurrying chase and unperturbe d pace,
Deliberate speed, majestic instancy,
They beat, and a Voice beat,
More instant than the feet :
All things betray thee who betrayest me. "
As a student, I used to cry if I got less than expected marks in some test for having betrayed Him by not sticking to my vow of avoiding my wayward ways- recalling this" Voice" of Francis Thompson--it is a different matter that all his beautiful poetry was under the influence of opium!
The friend who came yesterday is a widower , has seen a 1000 moon.We worked together in Kashmir House in the early Eighties.His eldest child- a daughter- is an epileptic and schizophrenic. A clue to his anti -God vows! Result; He came in such dishevelment, allegedly seeking some succour away from the middle son with whom he is staying, along with his daughter. Youngest son is allegedly earning crores in the U. S. Eldest, an ex Army Maj is staying opp to us in AWHO, but my friend will have nothing to do with him; the son had allegedly dispossessed him of another property by fraudulent means. They are not even in talking terms( my sons are also not in"talking terms" with me; but, that is at a different level- we talk when absolutely necessary on either grossly mundane OR highly cosmic matters). Despite pleas from Brin and me, he wanted to return home, inspite of the late hour and I had to do the 70 km to& fro trip to put him in a Metro to Delhi.Neither his bitterness about God and Life nor my abiding Faith in His Mercy and the belief in the Glory of Life have been affected after the meeting
In 1950, when Raj had to. join College there were no ready resources and he could join and graduate only with the help of some benefactor and some from our paternal uncle.(Even as i am returning that" Karma" to Chinnu now- not for studies but for living in wilderness).In 1954 after graduation, Raj equipped himself with "kabaddi" of all his books and notes("kabaddi" has been both the family heirloom and sustenance) and took me to our newly married elder Bro's home in Hyderabad for the holidays(my first&last)(Andhra Pradesh having been recently formed, I , in my ignorance expected the train to be stopped and checked by gun trotting troops a-la, II WW scenes across Hitler's Europe and was disappointed when it was NOT, even when the passengers were excitedly shouting"this is the border")
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
SANDEEP
SANDEEP is a software engineer with TCS ,Mumbai. Is the son of Mondal, our neighbour and long-time friend. Sandeep has been blessed with a son on 27 Aug. Sandeep is much younger to Bhagi or Hari and we are happy he is settling down; has bought a 1-BHK, with housing loan etc.,who Mondal is happy. Why not?
That reminds me of Dr. Sndeep Jauhar in the U S who has authored a very readable"The Disillusionment of an American Physician". I hope our own Boy who is doctoring there has read it. And, if the sit is so rotten there he may as well move to Africa and do some service to the needy instead of being of service to the greedy. Further, USA now is so much a depressed State, their President himself so much shaken and un-inspiring( Winston is long back dead), with the brutal serial beheadings by ISIS. And a son who is settled has to do somethings to the parents also. It is alright, one comes and breaks the pot from his head and not turning to look back...... Before that , there are many basics to brave, spades to call, demons to dig out, empathy to emphasize........I am not further proceeding to 'F', lest he may say " f*** you Charlie. Who are you to advise .......Bye.
That reminds me of Dr. Sndeep Jauhar in the U S who has authored a very readable"The Disillusionment of an American Physician". I hope our own Boy who is doctoring there has read it. And, if the sit is so rotten there he may as well move to Africa and do some service to the needy instead of being of service to the greedy. Further, USA now is so much a depressed State, their President himself so much shaken and un-inspiring( Winston is long back dead), with the brutal serial beheadings by ISIS. And a son who is settled has to do somethings to the parents also. It is alright, one comes and breaks the pot from his head and not turning to look back...... Before that , there are many basics to brave, spades to call, demons to dig out, empathy to emphasize........I am not further proceeding to 'F', lest he may say " f*** you Charlie. Who are you to advise .......Bye.
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