Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Before taking off towards Paris


These lines were written when there was a clear uncertainty in getting the visa for the Paris trip. Although the trip was planned long ago, there were problems in fixing accommodation and in a naïve way I did not bother to understand the intricacies involved in the process of obtaining visa. Further more I could not read more as I would have desired. At this juncture, I should state that in all the poems, sorry the feelings in free verse, the central common element would be my perennial lamentation over my critical inability to read more, although I have been spending my time only in reading and assimilating the academic materials . This feeling of despair is something natural and normal for a person of my academic temperament and perfectionist attitude.

Ever since Paris university 13 visit
Has shown some resemblance
Of materializing, I have been busy and uneasy
About a variety of inexplicable things.
As a mild anticlimax,
There are problems or issues at stake
To get visa.

If only my coordinator had
Marginally responded to my
July mail and also developed
A minimum concern for the aged
Pondicherry ‘Fellow’.
Really a fellow in the subject
And given some useful guidelines
What a nicer and richer situation
Would have been for that ‘Professor’
Of naivety and clumsiness
Undertaking his first overseas trip.

Sangeeth at Bangalore
Pannerselvam at Pondicherry
Jason and others at computer desk
Have done overtime,
To finally give shape to those
Formalities for that express way
Towards visa.

I have my usual butterflies in stomach
Nature will show the way
As it had shown all along my life
I couldn’t have time and mood,
A congenial environment at home or office
To think, meditate and ruminate
Over the infinite variety of the subject.

By sheer habit, work ethics,
I have been reading/writing/
Assembling notes, with all
Academic greed under the sun
To equip myself adequately.

I miss my mother,
I am sure she will bless me
From above, provide me a warm blanket
To insulate me from winter
And save me from devilish force
Which might derail me.

(From my dateless Dairy in the recent times)

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