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Les and I

I don kno much of the Australian language: a little bit of cricket commentary and the Fosters ad (Australian for Beeeer) : kind of sums up all I know of their parole. So when at Les Murray’s poetry reading, the lady did “bum chairs” instead of a “head count”, I had to hear her say that again. She whispered it to me.
Ever thought of doing a body count that way? It is much more interesting! I fell in love with the language instantly. It is so cool.A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever?I got to meet Les, the Poet of the Outback considered as “ Australia’s National poet, the voice of Australia”, and he is definitely a fun poet. As a student he had the gall to say balls to Keats and the rest of the English Poets who were taught in the Universities. A thing of beauty ……and all that stuff. “English poetry is irrelevant to us. We are another nation and we have our own poetry. In fact one of the finest Australian Poets was Frank McNamara- a convict. And he is not being taught in the schools or the…

H.J.Lee and the Malaya Restaurant

An old photograph of late H.J.Lee who started the first Chinese restaurant in Kerala. Dont miss the background- The theatres Sarita, Savita, Sangeeta are what you see there.Banerjee Road has changed hellavalot now. (Refer : Noodling the Commies)

The Flowers

Yesterday died todayNone was there to mourn herNo wreathsNo dirgesSo she buried herselfAnd patted it dry
Love, the whoreIs on timePlays the rulesSmiling, lying,Pilfering slylyA littleHawking herselfFor wanton more
Rhythm is out of step
He tries to march
In orderWith words lines reasonIn a tidy StateWhere Truth is an errand boyIn the market place

The Politics Of Appellation

I was once told to add an “Amma”(mother) or a “Mol”(daughter)to my name so that people will never be disrespectful to me. The respect or the endearment will be embedded in your name the advisor said: The boss and the maid alike will be forced to remain within the boundaries of respectfulness. The Advisor went on and on. But I shrugged off the advice as an old- fashion hangover. At that time I felt completely liberated from those appendages: My name is short and easy. But it was only later that I realized the folly of my nouveau modern ideas and grasped the beauty and the significance of such old fashoined suffixes. A “Mol” would have softened any harsh invectives that were directed at me and an “Amma” would have definitely come in handy when I was getting chewed, “DO YOU THINK YOU ARRRE A WORLD FAMOUS JOURNALIST MINUAMMA?!”It would never have come out quite right. And I would have had the last laugh. If only I had listened to good advice.

Then there was a classmate of mine called Biju…

Noodling the Commies

Restaurant Malaya’s Red Chilly chicken, one can say, brought about the chilly chicken revolution in Kerala.The first Chinese restaurant in Kerala known as the Malaya Restaurant was downtown Kochi. Now shut down. I still remember as a college kid the Mixed Fried Noodles@ fifteen bucks was a tummy filling mouth-watering dream. We were fed with a hostel fare of Curry and Rice and for a change Rice and Curry, and twice a week we were treated to the irresistible meat curry floating with cubed tapiocas (making tapioca pieces pretend to be potato was the most devious hostel trick to be ever employed). The fare, needless to say, suffused us with perpetual gastronomic dreams.So once in a hungry while, we used to walk all the way to Malaya and order one plate each of Mixed Fried Noodles and devour it with pourings of tomato sauce. The sauce was free so it was with an extra helping of relish that we set about finishing the bottle on the table. One plate is a little too much for even a very …

The Number Game

The Russian Roulette didn’t shoot me dead.The name got lucky in the number game they played.
Now I want to do all bedins with Lennon in my head.Sweet Lennon, Of all the crazy people they chose me.Just too bad, its just too bad my name got lucky.Coz I am trouble baby. Just bad trouble.With an orgy in my head. Imagine.
Imagine all you crazy people there is an orgy in my head.And the Russian Roulette didn’t shoot me dead.The name it got lucky in the end.In the number game they played.I am bad trouble just bad troubleTo make my mother freak: The angel she is a devil with no end.
sweet Lennon you put acid on my tongueThis bad trouble has now an orgy in her head
Just got lucky, her name got luckyImagine all you crazy people my name got luckyIn the end. The End.

Where Ferraris Stop For You!


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One place in the world where the traffic stops for the pedestrian even if you have not pressed the light button is perhaps only in Albufeira. And there I was standing at the kerb waiting to cross: the good pedestrian in me knows the insanity of mad dashing: so I waited patiently. And this machine wowed as the sexiest car in the world came into my line of vision. I casually took it in, no actually, gawked openly at the good looker. Then the incredible thing happens. The Ferrari did not whizz past in fact it stopped, braking the line of lazy traffic, and the driver moved his head motioning me to cross. The jaw just dropped all the way down to my knees. Oooo! Oo! Where in the world will this happen except in………..Albufeira is in the Algarve region. This region with its endless beaches, steep cliffs and deep blue skies stretches all the way across South Portugal. The people here are in no great hurry- they have all the time in the world. The Bom Sol (Good Sun)is an i…