Monday, May 23, 2011


When you didnt come
on my way ,
everything was as
everything was,
The horizon was
as it was,
the way was like the way,
the wine glass
was like the wine glass.

you came....
The way, the wine glass
the grey sky, the horizon
All began to melt,
red , intimate
like vermilion heart.

@ amiyo

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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Inheritor Part 2

Among my 4 grand sons the third one is the most handsome
lovable, playful , inattentive.
His name is " Bhomku"
Bhomku is 8 and I think he is the most enigmatic of all the four.
He hates to eat by himself . That is a bit hard and unnecessary performance for him. At an age of nine he stll prefers someone just help him to eat. Of course I must add, it depends upon the quality of food.
If it is one of those junk food he grabs them and assaults the food in
beastly manner and consumes them before you say Jiffy.
But usual bengali khana of rice , dal or meat or chicken cooked at home is simply too unsophisticated for him .
Teachers at school often complain that he is inattentive , often doesnt know where he is, Questions from teachers are regularly answered
with wild guess as he never pays attention to the " Good for nothing Teachers".Bhomku amazes you. When it comes to school exams bhomku laughs the last. He comes home with a record card non chalantly, throws over your face silently saying " See, this is what I am" Proving every one in the family wrong. He is adorable lazy good for nothing lad. His father takes him to some kind of drama lesson and very naturally BHOMKU DOESNT REMEMBER WHAT exactly went on in the drama class.My room is of immense interest to him .He often trespass here and examines each article here with hundred question which he expects me to answer.

My last grandson is soft chubby, rabbit toothed, cuddly fun loving , sleep loving 6 year old MANTA or Mantaputu.
This one is just adorable to every one except to some extent to his mother. Before birth he was expected to be a Daughter but with our delight he appeared with his little willy which disappointed his mother
but enormously delighted us. Manta Eats alone and is independent in many respect . He doesnt care for others to feed him. He adores his father and his Pishi ( my daughter) Father to manta is close to his god.
In school he is almost a teachers pet and teachers from other classes just drop in to his class just to have a look and offer him a kiss being wildly attracted by his masculine magnetic personality . He hates outdoor games . He is happy with the regular mock fight in a celebrated manner.
He loves to paint and has done some really great surrealistic work in his sketch pad. He is a marvellous singer.

Now these for Grand sons assemble in my room otherwise peaceful. They evict me and yells at the top of their voices some fantastic stories in some fantastic language which an english language teacher have enormous difficulties to comprehend .
But I still believe there should have been a little lady to control these rowdies in the family.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

The Inheritors !

By The Inheritors I mean some people who acquire the characteristics
of the predecessors . In this case It would be my four grand sons, and today I am going to write few words about them.

I have altogether four grandsons . Yes Four grand sons and pity no Grand daughter !! Pity because I love girls !!

Lets see:
The Top most one, the one that was much too expected as the first grand son in
the chatterjee family. So when he appeared he made it obvious to all concerned that " He is going to rule" and thats what does. He got and still gets the MAXIMUM attention .His paramount demand from his life was met without question and that thoroughly spoilt him. Now he is 17, a computer wizard, relishes all the attention for this marvellous achievement. He is , as almost all the boys of his age are , a gullible candidate of consumerism specially the Gadgets .Oh by the way his name is MOJA ( that name was given by me by the way.Moja stands for Fun in bengali . Any way as a ruler he rules over his three subjects and makes it obvious to them that he IS the ruler, the protector , provider of all those junkyard foods, punished often by some questionable methods .But overall their kingdom is stable a staus quo is maintained at all time except some occasional protest from the youngest one who is 6.But moja has
clever way of subduing the unruly subjects by providing some " goodies" under the table. Moja is ambitious, intelligent , hates literature, extremely good orator and debater, and extremely favourite pupil in his school. Moja hates Sabji, exercise, to be pushed aside and ignored. Now he trying to get a place in some American universities for his further studies.

The second one is a GENIUS. He is called BHOJA. Yes , again the name was given by me just a kindof Rhyming with Moja. He is 9.He is amiable and does not believe in authoritarianism.He is a social craftsman , believes in the rule of thumb even the most complicated theories of physics .
He desires to be a software engineer but he has aptitudes in art , or for any innovative subject for that matter. Bhoja is gentle , but when pushed he sulks like his grand pa. Last month he was elected as the captain of his house in his school so he uses the authority very appetizingly. Like his brother he is disinterested in english literature and thinks that subject is for some namby pamby . The item In the computer appeals to him the most is " How to make GUNS" . He checks the procedures in you tube and then sets about making all kinds of Guns and pistols with card boards , and glues etc. Being really a thorough crafts men , the end product is always very satisfactory and matters of pride.
Bhoja is a pet for his mother.Any smallest reprimand from any of his teachers in his school always appear to be an act of injustice , so the ball ends up in the Principal's office which then is settled in by the principal himself who ticks off the " Guilty" teacher. No amount of our protest to the mother about spoiling the boy so, helps . We always try to trim her claws lest there is a blood shed. Bhoja is brilliant in his school work and naturally well loved by his peer group and teachers. He is an ideal brother for the younger ones .

Moja and Bhoja are the sons of my daughter.

To continue for the other two grand son soon. COMING SOON !!!!

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

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Spectrum sunset
shepherds bush green,
green green
You on a bench exclaim

Hyde park corner
serpentine lake ,
Maverick birds
You clap....clap
Beautiful !!

Almost solitary hampstead park,
Willows drooping
You close ....closer still
a whisper
" I am happy....happy"

Rain drenched Southampton road
Kardomah with coffee
spoon goes round and round,
raincoat passion for theatre
brollies guard two furtive kisses.
Itsssss so beautiful.

Gold leaves on embankment
River Thames sing lullaby
inside the Tate
behind the lovers I find you,
a blissful hug
You say moaning
" Beautiful, Its so beautiful"

Motorway, eighty ninety..
poetical hair dance
with the wind,
Back to the bedsitter
wild with newly learnt passion
on the road,
You whisper in my ear,
Oh ...oh ..oh Beautiful !!!

One fresh alive DEWDROP
carried by many many dead men
On the way to
the cemetery
thousand trees thousand leaves,
weeping willows bow,
generous turbulent sky
flocks of birds sing the
Mozart Requiem.....

" Beautiful are beautiful,
in your laughter
in your weeping
in your life
in your nonlife
in your passion
in your stillness
in your light
in your darkness
in the silence
You are beautiful
in fullness
in emptiness....You are beautiful.

@ amiyo