March 27, 2009

Love, deception and choice

He said that he loved her
He swore that he cared.
May be he did
Or may be he lied

Thinking all in love is fair,
she let her inhibitions down -
like the unbridled hair
cascading down her gown.

Now that she is pregnant
and he is gone for ever -
Do her naivety we flaunt
or comfort her in despair?

Inside her she hears a voice -
Forced she is to make a choice.
Helpless she feels, she is sad!
Cheated she is, she feels mad!

In name of love, when lovers cheat
Remorse all around in love's defeat.
Straddled with product of love or lust
who now on earth can she trust?

March 22, 2009

Abol-Tabol (Weird and Random) Thoughts from a Pink Floyd fan

Alone on a mountain -
Vision obscured by clouds
I face the delicate sound of thunder.
Or is it the division bell that I hear?

Searching for a saucerful of secrets
in the land of relics,
I hit the wall guarded by
the piper at the gates of dawn.
"Ummagumma" is the codeword to
the house of the atom-heart mother,

into the dark side of the moon.

Down in the valley -
We are all animals
waiting for the final cut.

But up here at Zabriskie Point -
a momentary lapse of reason
can't meddle the lunatic in my head.
Not on any interstellar overdrive,
'm just marooned but comfortably numb.

Remembering all the early singles
My pulse beats for more.
First, it's psychedelic and space,
then the progressive rock works.
The Pink Floyd sound echoes
from Shine On to A Nice Pair.

As my trip gets into high gear
I wish you were here!!

© Sanjoy Haldar
Blogger's note:
I am a die-hard Pink Floyd fan - here is an attempt to capture the essence of a "trip" by using the band's album titles. Can you identify them? Marooned gave the band its only Grammy.

I titled it Abol-Tabol, Bengali for weird and random, after a famous "nonsense" rhyme book in Bengali by Sukumar Ray, father of the famous Indian film maker Satyajit Ray.

March 20, 2009

A Kiss

A kiss comes from a far off land
like a migrating bird flying home.
Like a letter sealed with a kiss
from a warrior who's gone too long -
Like a withered leaf drifting in the wind
or a white cloud afloat in the autumn sky.
A kiss comes from a far off land
and fuel's tonight's dreams.

March 14, 2009

Places I have been

I will try to describe places that I have lived or visited that have left a lasting impression on me. I prefer cities that are close to large water bodies: either beside a river or bay. I prefer a modern city with a rich tradition of art and culture. For vacation, I prefer places where time has come to a halt or places that are steeped deep in history or are situated in a wonderful natural setting.

Calcutta: The city of joy , the city of Sanjoy. Yes, Calcutta, now Kolkata, is my birthplace, city of my childhood, young adulthood, the city where I spent my growing up days. I love the vibration of the city, the passion of the people for politics and poetry. The city is steeped in rich culture. There are theatres, art galleries, museums, literary societies, debate halls, coffee house. There are problems but there is a certain element of dynamism that inspires me.
Kharagpur: I wouldn't be where I am today had I not gone to Kharagpur or KGP as we used to lovingly call it, the home of the Indian Institute of Technology. A small town compared to Calcutta, it claims its position on the world map due to two facts: it has the longest railway station in the world and the institute.
Pondicherry: this is small sea town in the south of India. I went there 25 years back but I can still smell the burning incense sticks in the prayer hall of Sri Aurobindo’s sanctuary. The silence of the place is deeply invigorating.
Shillong: this is a small hill station; capital of a northeastern hilly state in India called the Meghalaya (translated into English means Abode of the Cloud). Needless to say this is the place with the highest annual rainfall recorded in the world. With manicured golf course, small streams and waterfalls, flowers, orchids, lakes, the place is just like a picture.
Darjeeling: (of world famous Darjeeling tea fame) is another hill station as well as a district in the state of West Bengal, India. This is known as the Queen of the Himalayas. Extremely beautiful. I have memories of seeing wild mushrooms growing on the mountainside or waking up early in the morning to go see sunrise brighten up the Himalayas or suddenly experience cloud beneath me over the valley. The hike to the mall, the city centre was interesting. Life was easy, very easy. I am willing to give up a lot to simplify my life once again.

Now coming outside of India, there are 5 cities, not in any specific order that I have enjoyed visiting:
Paris: where tradition and modernism, culture and engineering (Eiffel Tower), art and science have all mingled. I just love this city, its museum and with the river flowing through it. A Chinese friends rightfully translated this from a Chinese poem, "Silently, the Seine runs across Paris, as if a delicate jade hairpin worn by a beautiful woman." Yes, the river is an integral part of the city.
New York: what can I say? The only other city outside Calcutta where I feel at home.
San Francisco: This a city with a different charm. With the Golden Gate Bridge giving the city its distinctive landmark, I love the fisherman's wharf, the tram ride (by the way, Calcutta still has a functional tram network), the art districts, access to the wineries up in the Sonoma county, and excellent food. There is something special about this city.
Montreal: I have never seen a city so clean and never felt so safe. Modern day architecture fits in well with the smooth functioning of the city. They have a parallel city underground to deal with the harsh winter climate.
London: again, I like the architectures, museums, parks. Lots of things to do/see. And then there are the fish and chips.

March 7, 2009

From the bedroom window

The March snow melts away
the late winter gloom-
The pear tree in the back bursts
into a snow-white bloom.
Pure! Perfect! Pristine!

It's still chilly but
Spring is here for sure.
Birds have returned to my yard this morn -
The Blue Jay, the Robin and the Swallow too
to sing for a little girl like you.
Their incessant chirps fill my heart with joy
A happiness only you can bring!

Soon the daisies will be here -
Filling our gardens far and near.
Aren't they pure and lovely?
They are - just like you.


Blogger's note: this was written for a little girl, my niece, in India who is going to celebrate the first important milestone of her life - Annaprashan or Rice Eating Ceremony after which she will start eating solid food. It is a big part of our tradition and culture.