As a young boy at school he was very happy when some famous person died, as the school declared holiday. Now as an adult, when he went his office (legislative assembly), his leader said we are all going for a picnic to resort. Don’t you love sillycon city, where childhood is never lost? #sillyconCity (#152)
How I wish I was a politician today in namma sillycon state. Oh, the joy of relaxing in the resort, playing cricket, eating good food, no emails or phone and granted permission by the Supreme court to skip Vidhana Soudha for work. Sakkath aaram in sillycon city. #sillyconCity (#151)
When it is no-confidence motion in namma state, leaders are busy performing pujas in various temples confident that God is on their side. Poor God, he can’t run away to a resort and hide from sillycon city politicians. #sillyconCity (#150)
Dropping off his kid at school, he returned home riding his bike in the wrong direction of the busy one-way main road. When he saw the Ganesha temple, he stopped and prayed. For the motorists who are coming opposite him, perhaps? No dearth of idiots in sillycon city. #sillyconCity (#149)
Kneeling before the mobile he asked“Will you marry me ?”Beaming via Skype she said “Yes” The sillycon engagement. #sillyconCity (#148)
During my weekend long cycle ride exploring the city, the gaping holes in the erstwhile HMT factory buildings now dilapidated, caught my attention. Seemed liked eyes have been gouged out in old age. Here is my feeling on this as poem “eyes gouged”.
Pure friendship not mistaken for any other relationship is certainly good stuff for the movies especially when it involves the opposite sexes. Inspired by a story of person where their friendship froze, due to mistaken notions by others, here is a creative take based on magnets as “north & south”.
Yesterday my good friend shared his wonderful experience of spending ten days in absolute silence and quiet as part of Vipassana meditation course. The result – Calm and loving, Observing not reacting, Alert & expansive, his life has reached a new high. While cycling back home from work today evening, the cacophony of honking triggered my muse. It mixed yesterday’s conversation along with today’s poem ‘The bottle’ to come up with ‘Cask’, personifying Whisky.
Sai Nellore in his comment on my previous poem “Luva” suggested <Next you can think of some orange Fanta-like drink from “Lavazza”. But how can you make it “hot”?> and provoked the muse. Here is the response as another one “Orange Soda”. Thank you Sai. If you want to read “male version” of this read the next poem post “Goli Soda”.
The soft breeze of a cool morning rustles the leaves of a majestic old tree letting the sun rays through, to warm the dog lazing on the road. Oh, a charming lazy quietness, just peace. The Bangalore of yesteryears magically pops during my early morning walk in neighbourhood only to become sillycon as I turn into the main road. #sillyconCity (#146)