1959; was it? Oh! I thought it was 2000 … Welton Academy; was it? Or was it St. Xavier’s College? Todd Anderson or me? As I pen this furiously … My thoughts turning liquid I feel so lost … A character come alive From the ghettos of oblivion! Keating … No! It was Kapadia Professor Rohinton Kapadia! The soul who made me fall in love … Oh yes! With English With verses pregnant with romanticism! Caves … We had none, For we had the green benches Where we sat oft, Turning the yellow pages Sniffing them delightfully Reminiscing Kubla Khan Empathising with ‘The Pity Of War’ Love for acting, Well, I had none I so longed The WCM post … My parents enraged At the preposterous proposal An ever-willing Kapadia Silently encouraging … ‘You must follow your heart!’ As I watch the film ‘Dead Poets Society’ My soul, long dead … Comes alive! I’m what I am, For your conviction in me! You helped me fight my battles You helped me emerge … You understood my passion And introduced me, to myself!
Poet’s Note – Juxtaposing real life with reel life – St. Xavier’s College; Kolkata; India comes alive as I watch the film – Dead Poets Society!
Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half
Ceremonial Rituals in Hindu Religion smacks the logic Daughters and Sons though born in the same womb are differentiated Son’s carry the paternal ancestral legacy while Daughters are abandoned midway to assume In laws legacy Sons may not look after
Society … A place where some people still suffer , you see the gap between the top and jeans but not between the blouse and peticote , guys are you blind or duffer ? Boys can actually disturb the whole
I remained transfixed as the booming voice of this roman majestic orator cleft the hallowed halls of this storied Philadelphia sanctuary. His every word rang as true today as when first uttered prior to when the golden age of Rome