Month: June 2016

Schools: Business Enterprise.

Post author By meenas17
Post date June 12, 2016
2 Comments on Schools: Business Enterprise.

Centum and distinctions abound
beaming faces peep out from the papers
the topper has scored 499/500.

Amazing,
I turn the papers and see many more pictures
the schools publish them. An advertisement
for the next year’s admissions.

In my times,
the schools including my alma mater
did no propaganda. It was a quite affair
The schools were not in less demand.

Times have changed.
Of late, education is a transaction
the more you give the more you gain.
Fees are in various genres.
Capitation, admission, extracurricular,
laboratory, sports, so on and so forth.
Altogether, it runs into hundred thousand.

The schools work out a profit margin,
not one of 10 to 15% as in commercials
but a neat 40 to 50.

Knowledge is no longer the base.
Money plays the mirth.
Schools churn out scores
fail in personality development.

Tags centum, fees, Poem, scores, topper, transactions

thoughts

The Cow and The Goat.

Domesticated animals
cow, and goat
pay you with no offence
docile and cordial
they are all times.

Hindus worship the cow
as Goddess Lakshmi
The goat is offered as a sacrifice
to appease God.

A perception amazing
at the same time awesome
the cow is hailed
as Goddess of wealth
the goat is killed
deemed as a sacrifice

Tags amazing, animals, awesome, Perception, Poem

thoughts

Drama Of Evolution

In pursuit of a dalliance, the peacock screams
the peahen listens unperturbed.
She is busy with her brood
feeding them.
Restless, he hoots and cries
a kind of a summon
the peahen returns.

Delighted, he runs to her, nudges,
coaxes her by pricking her with his beak
fans her with his gorgeous feathers
goes around her in a frenzy,
solicits her to take part in the game.

Tired after gathering enough food
she remains calm accepting the overtures
The peacock dances with swift steps
intoxicated, he releases the feathers
sneaks and tweaks with love
gracious in his attempts to seduce.

It works.
Aroused,
she clings to him.
an amalgamation seamless.
evolution in its glory
the drama unravels.

The haystack bores witness
to a grand ceremony
in all humbleness.

Tags dalliance., peacock, peahen, Poem

thoughts

Crumpled

A piece of paper
crumpled and crushed
flies with the wind
drops down in another lane
the way gossip spreads
from one place o another
a meaningless talk
causing anger.

thoughts

The Variants

A twig branches out —
at least two
maybe more

branching out —
twin twigs
maybe quints or more

A tuft
of happy
grass

hair down and blowin’
in the breeze – a tuft
of happy grass

life leaves
and the leaf
lands

life

less
leaf

fall

Tags Poem, twig

thoughts

Mirrors Do Not Lie.

An early marriage
and three children within ten years
placed me in a status
when I had no time to stand and stare.

Imagine I studied for the
board examinations
four times.
Each time it was different boards
I managed to come out well
my own take was honours
one another with distinction
the other two with a first class.

My sons flew from the nest
Left to me,
I started to look at the mirror quite often.

The reflection is quaint.

I see an old hag with grey hair around the temples.

I shout”it is not me!”

Mirrors do not lie.

Tags Children, Marriage, mirrors., Poem

thoughts

An Excess.

Had to rush through
many weddings.

Saw nothing, ate nothing
it was a mad rush.

Anything too much
is a stress.

thoughts

The Artist in Cheema.

Cheema stares at his canvas
painted on a grey background
sober it looks .

His characters come to life.
that of
his father walks up and down
muttering,
the other
his mother cajoles him
as he waits in the corner
with bloodshot eyes.
An artist at heart
took to engineering
at the behest of his family.

The JJ school of art Mumbai
the classes he loved to attend
disappear.
The huge halls of
Indian Institute Of Technology
come alive.
The portraits, sketches and the idiosyncrasies
of characters recorded in his mind gradually
convert into Oracle and Java.
The colours fade. The encoded information
surface.

Cheema’s sojourn in U.S
pay him in dollars
the exchange factor
(a dollar= sixty-seven Indian Rupees)
help his family
to come out of the woods.
The dream of becoming an M.F Husein
remains unfulfilled.
The artist dies unceremoniously.