My tryst with wordsmithing
“Everyday things are my teacherTo be curious is my feature” Dedicated my late father Thiruvengadam, an amazing teacher who taught me ‘inquiry’. When I sought an answer from him, he responded with a question, forcing me to inquire and find the answer myself. Painful it was then, but wonderful it is now. I inherited this trait and use it liberally, sometimes to the chagrin of students/colleagues. Certainly the Gods are wiser with you there Appa.
“He is in love with math and sees her in every path”. Dedicated to Sathya Murthy & Aranha (late) my wonderful teachers of math at St Germain’s High School, a subject that became my love. Happy teachers day Sir and Ma’am in heaven.
A lovely comment by Jayaraman Chandramouli on my earlier poem “Life is a coconut” triggered my muse and set me thinking on the chemistry and biology related to thinking and feeling. Here is a poem “Chemistry and Biology of Language” for you Jayaraman Chandramouli. In this poem I have experimented with multiple fonts and colours to add creativity to words.
When my son clicked on video on Blue whale I got paranoid and told him not to even watch it. He promptly stopped. And then I wrote this poem for him, outlining the shape of a young kid, that can become a cross.
Inspired by recent political happenings in a neighbouring state when the Iron Lady who ruled passed away suddenly.
How do different people see the world?
Inspired by the sad happenings due to arrest of a famous Godmen in North India recently.
If you personalise a coconut, does it reflect life?
What does test manager role look like? A creative take on this.
A creative take on why you have to love software bugs..