It’ almost too late!

-Pragyan Acharya

The world around me moves at breakneck speed

While I stand frozen to the spot

Trying to fathom what is happening around me

What is new and what is “hot”

There is a mad rush to be noticed

While traveling at light year velocity

There is no time to pause, no time to smell the roses

Well….roses have been extinct in an eternity.

And so here we are, top predators!

Matching the speed of the cheetah

Echo of the bat.

Mutating  genes

Creating anti-bugs

curing all disease

making habitat for us and ours.

Relentlessly expanding our numbers,

living on landfills made of trash,

the blue-green planet is in hiding.

Beware! Beware! Humans beware!

Pause, halt, to think where you’re going. 

You want to put a chip in your brain, to compute faster!

But you forget the basic circuitry.

With great power comes great responsibility.

Supreme hunters, you’ve hunted too much

Unthinkingly, unfeelingly.

Not because you needed it, but for your gluttony.

You have language, but your ears are shut.

You have vision, but your eyes don't see.

Neither do you understand, notwithstanding

the chips in your brain, your fancy circuitry.

What have we created and what's the solution?

to this human-driven evolution?

To, Enrico

Enrico Enrico,
How we wait for you.
In divine trance,
We gyrate for you.
'Coz you are our saviour
Our knight in shiniest armor.
You are the chosen one
Who has been given
The solemn task of saving us from
The terrible twin curses
Of disconnect and ignorance.

While the rest of the world

progresses in leaps and bounds

we sit here alone, waiting

we are done with the counting

of sheep, of goats even

Come Enrico, we're done grieving.

Save us dear Enrico
Free us from these invisible chains
Come dear Enrico
Salvage us with your experience.
Fix it for us, dear Enrico
Come use your divine talents
Or else, of what use will they be?
Come come dear Enrico,
Come fix the internet for me.

Background:

Enrico is my sister's internet-man. They wait and wait and wait for him. Then they wait some more for him to come and fix the internet for them. They stay in a beautiful and untouched part of the world I am not allowed to name. Internet, which is bread and butter in the rest of the world, is a luxury in this place. So waiting for Enrico is a game they often play, as do we-waiting for Enrico to come and fix the internet for them so that we can get in touch. :)

Written on a Rainy Day


Rainy days and Sundays have something in common
Both are beautiful and both uncommon

Rainy days fill me with a secret pleasure
Like a sudden unexpected treat to treasure
You're compelled for a moment to stop, to see
Out the window, the gulmohar tree
Then you close your eyes and hear the sounds
Of nature's pitter patter drum beat going around
You pause for a moment, take a deep breath
and smell the musky fragrance of a freshly soaked earth
And the newly born babe snuggles closer in your arms
Looking wide eyed at magical worldly charms.

Rainy days are all wilderness and haze
While on a more urbane note, we'll talk of Sundays.

A week full of toil, a week filled with stress
Sundays allow you to decompress
You think you will fulfill all your desires
you work the countdown, through the six days prior.
Sunday arrives with promises in wake
of a lazy morning and a fun filled day.
As the day wears on, you're uncomfortably aware
that tomorrow you will not have such leisure to spare.
The beauty of Sundays lies in the fact
you know there is only one in a seven day act.

Some would have Rainy days over Sundays
some, the other way around.
And some would rather, have both together.
While some would, quite honestly, not bother with either.
But I would want an equal measure
of Rainy Days and Sundays - of beauty and leisure.

:)

I should've written this up last night since yesterday was a rainy day here in Bangalore. Nevertheless, better late than never. Here is a bit of poetry I discovered while rummaging through some old e mails. It is deliciously pointless and it feels good to know that I spent several research-moments doing pointless and amusing things. :)

Felt like writing poetry
So I put pen to paper
And sat down to think and muse, with glee
But found my interest tapered!

I thought a little edible lure would,
do my synapses some good.
So I got hold of some savories
And tried rekindling ol memories.

Somehow, that did not seem to work!
I tried hard to think and pondered!
Looked at the stars, gazed at the moon,
And stared into the wild blue yonder!

Thats all I have to say really,
I have confessed and admitted
My incompetence at poetry
Or anything remotely connected!

Ha ha ha! :)

15th May 2011. And fiat blog! :) The blog is called Rainy Days and Sundays because I presume that those are the days I'll have the time and the temper to write here. Today's a Sunday. And so... my blog is born. yippeee!