An assorted candyboxfull of my thoughts....
| Wednesday, May 16, 2007 |
| A Tribute to Soumitro Sarkar |
Srishti was the new beginning for me,
he was like a bright star in a dark, gloomy sky.
In a college where I found it hard to fit in,
he was the first friend I made.
Unlike any teacher, he was a confidant first,
unflinching support and an amazing guide.
In teaching, everyone got equal time and his full attention,
he taught me to see from inside,
whether I remember anyone or anything else or not,
his loving and gentle way of teaching all of us will always remain with me.
To this day I remember,
there were times when my loneliness had the better of me,
he always found a way to make me smile,
his friendship I miss very much these days,
Those whose lives he saved when the earth swallowed so many others,
to this day each of the 27 remember.
He paid an unfair price for going good,
I will not forgive that god,
who took him away from us so soon,
by giving him a slow, excruciating death.
"Soumitro Sarkar was an award winning illustrator, especially of childrens' books. His love for his students, his one to one teaching methods, sweet temperament and bubbly personality will always be remembered by all those who have had the good fortune of being taught by him. He always was involved with each of us at an emotional level and was more of a best friend than a teacher to us. In him I found someone I trusted very much, and felt very comfortable discussing my fears, confusion, happiness and sadness. He is one of the main reasons I realised my own skills, he was convinced of my capabilities and always pushed me to strive to develop my skills and discover myself.
He died of lung cancer shortly after he saved us from the rubble in the Gujarat earthquake, we all miss him around. He is survived by his wife and son. Here's to you Soumitro, may your soul rest in peace."
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| Monday, May 14, 2007 |
| Ants walking all over my brain |
Somehow things feel different today,
maybe the day is different, maybe I am,
I don't feel poetic but I do feel prolific,
and specific, maybe not as quick, but slick,
I met a schmuck, and he got me stuck in a muck, that schmuck
what can I call it, rotten luck?
Anyway, my works are gummed,
I feel bummed, and this whole situation was rummy from the start,
like a festering wart, but what can I say,
I'm a sucker for sad stories, sharing others' worries.
Its the achilles heel of my life.
But not to be undone, here I went,
hellbent on getting my mind so spent,
that I would have to relent to sleep and forget the whole thing.
At my haunt, amethyst, the scene of this glorious crime against crime,
the time had come, to put the salt to the lime and climb outta the tequila bottle!!
A chamomile tea and sandwich is all it took,
to settle my harried mind, to loosen that mental bind,
enough to let me breathe a little easier.
Felt good to soak the sun's radiant warmth,
while listening to sounds I missed for so long;
the sound of parrots winging it from branch to branch,
and the glorious sight of cats making that launch from trees to earth,
to revel in nature's lap, for just a while.
Gaia, she made me beautiful, she made me intelligent,
I miss being in her heart, walking with her like I used to,
those years of playing hide-n-seek with her among the banyan trees,
chasing the rabbits across the plush green grassy gardens,
blowing fog rings in the early morning with mist wetting my nose.
The memories are fresh like yesterday in my mind,
if I didn't have their kind, I would have not survived this insane world.
It changed somehow, today was different,
maybe it was me, or maybe it was the giant rubber band ball!!!
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