Tuesday, June 10, 2008

My lovely goan holiday

things that fascinate me about my native land of coconuts n really cheap beer…
1. richshaws have doors
2. you cant use coconut trees as land marks.
3. conductors of buses believe they can convince you to ride their bus even if your going the other way by frequently singing the names of the places to you.
4. 60 peopl efit into a 15 seater bus.
5. if you speak marathi really fast you can convince people its a dialect of konkani.
6. kings beer has nothign to do with kingfisher.
7. i must pee in vijay mallya’s beer fountain at his villa.(y the fcuk does he get a villa?)
8. the sea is salty but he bread is sweet.
9. all goans sleep in teh afternoon…(i shall continue this later , its almost 2 oclock)
10. dogs eat fish fry and cats draw water from teh well
11. extreme sports may involve a man named pedro.
12. if you throw a stone it may land on a D’souza, but he may also throw it back and tell your parents.
13. the slopes never end( i see potential for a water park)(it ll be closed from 2 to 3.30pm)
14. there are more stars visible iin goa than the BT, they also have their heads in the sky but they twinkle more brightly even without bling.
15. goan pigs understand konkani better than me.
16. when sand gets between your toes there is nothing you can do. accept defeat and die.
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Sunday, June 8, 2008

The priest and the piglet.

the new padre in the parish
pale white cassack against the garish
colours of the village square,
couldn’t help but stop and stare.
As he passed the D’souza’s well
sat a pig with spectacles and a cat with a bell.
They seemed to be deep in conversation,
the pig with crossed arms in an intelligent fashion.
The pig listened in a concerned manner,
as the cat explained with a worried stammer.
The holy man approaching stoped
the pigling looked above glasses croped
on a small moist snout
and suddenly it was clear about.
the hog who was a counsellor
with a 12 time best seller.
“oink” he lied because humans were vary,
they found talking animals too scary.
but the wicker was quick with years
of catching lying alter boys with fake tears,
to catch a fib from all God’s creatures
though the piglet looked of good nature.
after the initial tension they eased
into conversation and teh discomfort seized.
you see, the priest was feeling low,
he worked hard on his sermon but the folks didn’t show.
a sheepherd without his flock!
was liable to be shamed and mocked.
no matter how upbeat the homely
mass usually ended fast and lonely.
the pig was not spiritual but learned on life,
though he lived only half of it yet withoput home or wife.
as he listened he drank from a pail
he greeted a passing squirrel and a meandering snail.
the padre deeply misled saw his gentle vitality,
the piglet commented on teh low possibility,
of a man understanding a pig’s ways.
mud so pure , so cool where we stay!
seen as filthy animals in a man’s world.
every man has his price and for that he is sold.
civilisations bullt on war and bloodshed,
a king stands victorious where his soldiers bled.
a village of fools who dont want to be good,
satisfied with women, wine and food.
piglet and padre sitting face to face
a pig for his purpose, a padre for his place.
a moment of silence and an instant of realization
4 eyes shown bright as they found the solution.
a preacher to tell the good news,
a pig with this wisdom and views.
find their niche away from cannibals
spreading their gift among animals.

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SPECIFIC RANDOMNESS

The purpose of love

that sweet scent of flowers
in between the stench of decay

a sudden burst of fresh air
after an eternity of drowning

the sound of singing
after ages of silence

the laughter of a tickle
recovering from paralytic numbness

a moment of bliss in between
a lifetime of suffering, boredom and complacency.

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