Blistering Barnacles

Okay ! So, I've been off for a few days. This hot summer is making me a bit crazy and with the water crisis in our campus, the situation is nothing short of a low-scale artificial famine !!

Well, I got some time at night and I wrote down this short poem (under the fan obviously...) - check it out !

Blistering Barnacles

The Summer is heated; And beneath me,

The dry Earth crackles.

Hot winds in the day

Dry my derma; and remind me

That this is MAY!

Evenings usually bring about a humid

And irritating weather; while sometimes gifting

Sweet breezes, lovely, calm and timid.

And when you meet that strong gale,

Accompanied by a fierce thunderstorm; You are in pure ecstasy

With a cheery & charming face, fresh out of a fairy tale!

-© Anwesh Bhattacharya, 06 May 2012

P.S. – This poem was written due to 3 reasons which simultaneously combined to give me the urge of penning it down.

1. I wanted to come out of my poetic inactivity after a lot of days. And the summer’s weather was a good way to begin.

2. I had wanted to use the rhyme scheme I found on Kirti's Blog.

Start of Line 1 (Rhyme A)
End of Line 1; Start of Line 2 (Rhyme B)
End of Line 2 (Rhyme A)

3. During the Stage Rehearsals of Rabindra Jayanti 2012, I spent a lot of time discussing the funny abuses of Captain Haddock in 'The Adventures of Tintin' with Aranyak Chakraborty. They aren’t really abusive and ‘Blistering Barnacles’ – Haddock’s Trademark abuse caught on as the title for this poem.

Your friend,
Green Mota

Au Revoir - Our Hawk Flies Away

I don't know where I should start ! But this is a sad news for my school and myself. This year, we are losing some of our very good teachers to other schools due to transfers. Our beloved Science teacher will be going to Mumbai and this has made us all unhappy.


She was our Science teacher in the 8th standard and was also a mentor in various science projects and activities. What pains us is not so much that we will be losing a bright mind as we will be losing a great person from our school. Shraddha Madam was a strict disciplinarian, but was a very amiable character too! Our association with her has been for only about 3 years but in this short period (for teaching, it is short indeed !!) she has proved her brilliance.

Shraddha Tiwari Madam (Edit by Rony)

So anyways, we are not attending school now as the results of Class X haven't yet come out (when will they ???) ! And we went to meet her and bid her goodbye. This is a poem I wrote and we also gave her some photo collages...small pieces of memory for hers to keep !

Au Revoir - Our Hawk Flies Away

During your KVIITKGP stint of three sessions,

You gave us so much that we can’t fully mention.

Being a teacher, a mentor, a guide and a friend –

You were one whose popularity limitlessly gained.

Being our science teacher in the eighth grade,

You enhanced our academics at a tremendous rate;

And being a mentor in science projects,

You have endowed us with the keys to success.

Beyond what you have given us in academics,

You taught us the most envied tricks –

Of becoming caring and good human beings,

For serving humanity & to give life a meaning.

Now that Mumbai is calling upon you,

We hope you will create wonders there too;

And do come back sometimes to our place –

To make lovely old memories, new and fresh!

With gloomy hearts we bid you Adieu;

But we also wish a cheerful life ahead of you.

Our deep reverence for you will forever thrive –

Cherishing you as a person who touched our lives!

-© Anwesh Bhattacharya, 17 May 2012

Fun at Sher-e-Punjab on the way to Quizomania 2010-2011 !! (Edit by GM)

Your friend,

Green Mota 

Existence

So, welcome to my blog. I've not planned how to continue but I will do it......so don't expect very neat blogging from me !! Anyways, this is my first poem. Give it a read :) !

Whenever I see

A look-alike of me,

I ponder over myself

To see if that person is related;

By any means to me

And whether I’m actually “me”!

The realization of his existence

Makes me think over again,

Whether the relation of that boy around

Has anything to do with my thoughts I’ve recently found.

I feel like walking closer to him -

And asking him “Do you belong to my kin?”

Even thinking about his befitting answer for the question of mine,

It seems like he is a long-lost brother found at the right time.

Just at the moment when I’m going out of my mind,

Reality takes hold of my thoughts – those of an unrealistic kind;

And prevents me from asking that stranger,

The question that would have made him feel that I’m mad as a hatter.

Then my thinking shifts to another form,

Where I denounce the materialistic platform -

I try to find a spiritual connection

Between the two entities of my consideration.

But Alas! When I’m going deeper into the cave,

The wall of the cave crumbles down like a breaking wave!

I hear someone calling that boy “Apu, why are you so late?”

And all my speculations cease to exist in that half-alert state.

-© Anwesh Bhattacharya, June 2011

Mystical ! This seemed the best Google picture for this poem !!

Your friend,

Green Mota