sillycon wordsmith
“Word-smithing”
Painting with words (poetry) & pictures (posters )
After Mohan drank, I wrote a poem on which Karthik commented “Ash-ji you should have had been poet instead, high time to think over it”. Mohan’s nasha crept into me then and triggered the question in me as to who I am. Here is a creative take on it as “who am I”. Mohan got high on the bartender, I got high on the beers and Karthik enjoyed the show 🙂
Not too long ago, in New Thippasandra opposite my house was a tree lined avenue with 67 wonderful old trees. One day they were all cut to widen the road to add two bloody lanes which still continue to remain jammed everyday. Now the BBMP has its eyes on the Indiranagar BDA complex re-development and the old beautiful trees there are threatened. Activists and tree huggers protested a few weeks ago, but who knows what…
Have you ever wondered how everyone at an indian wedding reception is waiting for it get over so that they can get back to being at peace, be it the music party, the couple, guests and certainly the parents of the couple 🙂 A creative take on this as “indian wedding reception”. On a different note, I am seriously thinking of making a resolution of not to attend receptions unless it happens to be a…
As I stepped outside the house, the fluffy clouds and the pink sky seemed to say “Go on wordsmith, weave a poem with the golden light”. And here it is as “Golden light”. When I finished writing this, I remembered the face of Nayana Prasad, the lady with a golden glow and a lovely smile who made our day wonderful as we entered our office (VeriFone India) many many years ago.
All of us especially in Bangalore get frustrated by the garbage in the neighbourhood. Today morning during the morning walk, me and my good friend Hari were chatting on this and our helplessness in solving this. He said it is not worth getting frustrated about this, to which I agreed and stated that we are “counting life backwards”. Here is the creative spin on the garbage issue and staying positive as “Count life years backwards”….
I started playing with words in Dec 2016 and and enjoyed word smithing, resulting in poems. The transition from writing experiences as posts to a more tighter form of expression as poetry has been very interesting and joyful. I experimented with poster making along the way, and enjoy making the poem posters that I post now. Just like cycling in 2011 and running in 2013 that helped me experience Zen via movement, the act of…
Hindu Gods are many and the worship practices very many. Challenged in recent times in court, these are sadly debated are upon without possibly appreciating the customs rooted deeply in the rich diversity of ‘the many’ to discover ‘your’ personal God. A creative take on this as “YOU”, seeded by Sridhar Pabisetty who requested a poem on the controversy of women not being allowed in Sabarimala.
The demands of a CXO compared to the long journey of Ultra and finally wooing the CXO for a 12-hour Ultra. Many ideas in my mind for new revenue to find Many problems to solve requiring strong resolve Many decisions to make and many actions to take Many meetings to attend lot of data to comprehend Many emails to respond wish I had a magic wand Many customers to meet a lot of time on…
It is sad to see the beautiful God’s own country so wet. Did dear Vamana’s foot stepping from heaven to earth break the clouds? Pray to the young Boy to bring back peace to his own country.
Do the little playful drops of water know the havoc they are causing? They seem to be “Blissfully unaware”. What do you think? — Oh, with this I reach my two century mark of amateur poems (yes, 200 poems). A labour of love that I have cherished very much commencing Dec 20, 2016.