Yes my text has been stained with tears

Long ago, not so long ago when my academic modesty was molested, virtually a gang rape by political animals 

Disguised in academic garb ,

Reading and writing came to my rescue

Wrote poems and that slim volume will appear later

Under the title :

A Silent Soliloquy on the Campus Politics:

The wild tigers can't be caged .

The opening para reads like this:

"Never again will a single story

be told as though it's the only one "

Says John Borger on whom

My literature daughter did MPhil dissertation.

Gentlemen of the jury,

There can never be a single story,

There are different ways of seeing,

When I look at the events gone by

It appears as if it's an incredibly a sad tale 

Of academic jealousy over my intensity in 

Teaching and the relevant writing on contemporary

National and international economic events...

The fear that it aroused 

The hatred it kindled

Culminating into the wicked acts of a 

Few stupid Heads at micro and macro level

Soaked in academic misery and drought

I did not commit suicide and instead

Embraced prof Paul Krugmans International economics

And taught with vengence...

My text is inevitably stained with tears.

This opening lines do capture th current crude reality of Modi's india unable to negotiate the covid storm

Transforming the nation into graveyard.

Following is my post Adelaide diary for perusal

By the true Indians to take stock of the situation

As the inept handling has more ramifications

For the future.