“You prepared what!!!?
Fish curry? ha ha ha…
A decade had passed
But I still remember
You, standing there,
On the terrace of our
Hostel, fresh out of a bath
Refusing to take part
In the ‘farming’
While we muddied
Our hands.
That YOU prepared ‘fish curry’?
Nopes, no way, you
Can’t make me buy this.”
“Believe me”, I pleaded
With a sinking heart;
“I prepared it
And it turned out well,
Time, the ultimate leveler,
Had changed me too.”
A guffaw at the other end.
“What?” I asked irritated
“Time? I would like to give
That ‘time’ – the ‘time’
That changed you - a salute
If ever I get to see it!”
10 comments:
Who is that mean person at the other end, Arun? :)
No Sumi, not mean, a very very good friend of mine and a fine human being. We often pull each other’s legs. Yesterday he got a slight upper hand, that’s it :)
Arun,
none of us are in the intent mould of a poet, (Balachandran may be an exception). But you do pen well verses and what I wonder is are you allright these days ? your poems drive me a bit crazy of late , but I like them much.
@Anil Kurup: Yes, of course I'm pretty well, at least I haven't gone crazy yet :) thanks for your concern. To be frank, I don't know whether these little pieces deserve to be called as poems, I just write whatever comes to my mind, thanks once again.
Your friend is right, Arun. Time is cunning entity, like the Invisible Man. Does time exist? Doesn't time exist? Where the fuck is it? You say time is flying? Damn you, why don't you catch it? Good time? Well, why don't you stuff some in a bottle, we can have swig of it later? Oh, you said bad times, uh? Here, this is the latest strongest detergent in the market, two drops and it will melt away.
Time, man, is like the gas in my belly. When I fart, it comes out and phew! you'll be blown off, man! But can you see it, dude?
'Time stood still'? Stop bulshitting! YOU couldn't move, thats all.
Time doesn't exist,thats the fact, amigo! So, when you say time changed you, you are fucking me, asshole.
In fact, you misheard your friend, Arun. He said - 'It SUCKS!', not salute!
(I was trying to understand how crazy you were when you wrote the poem! ;D
Oh, Sir! Anger, humour, sarcasm, cynicism…I welcome your attempt wholeheartedly :)
I’ve the reputation of a couch potato. If possible, according to friends and family, I’ll curl up in bed for days on end pretending to be dead.
This remark - which inspired me to write this piece - is nothing compared to an earlier remark he made way back in 2011. We; me, him and another friend was sitting
at a restaurant in Kochi, I was sitting adjacent to the AC. Suddenly he asked me
to swap my seat citing the reason that the air conditioner will turn cold.
Great to have such friends around, isn’t it, Sir?
Enjoyed my first visit...and liked your portfolio too...very creative
@Thommy: Thanks a lot for dropping by.
your writing is getting better and better. very vigorous and precise.
Venu Chettan: Glad you liked it, thanks.
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