HISTORICAL PLACES OF NORTH CANARA  

Right vs Wrong

Tough to decide right and wrong
One man's right is another's wrong.
Take to confidence the special one
Stop not for hurdles if you do fine.
Be cautious certain deeds upset many
Yet a few look so really hey are showy.
Its only hypocratic and pretentious
But be sticky to your consciousness
Do good and be good fear not
Nothing happens without Lord's accord.

HUMAN EXPECTATION

Great and more expectations

Truly tough to maintain.

Role of a responsible man

Demand nerves to un strain.

So complicated relations

Untiring must routines.

To emerge as Victorian

In this is society of civilian

Really a task of herculean.

Could climb only Himalayan.

Endless chains of programme

Can’t be done with a dime.

Times make all pantomime

At a crucial piece of time.

Indifference make you mime

Learn to greet life sans chime

Then we can feel the life’s sublime.

  Composed on 19-03-2014

                               Mr.Gajanan B Wadeyar

WHEN ENOUGH?

Human span’s temporary

Though, we demand very 

When and why won’t say enough?

Is it a permanent cough?

Without a syrup?

First need only service

But no end to avarice.

Basically morsels

Paving way to dishes.

Garment o gorgeous

Cottage to palace.

When we have things every

Would never be weary.

To be conspicuous

Habituate to say suffice.

Accept the within change

It’s not an easy exchange!

Let’s say enough

Sure its curable cough!!!!

                                                Mr.Gajanan B Wadeyar

                                              Composed on 19-03-2014

 

WHEN ENOUGH?

Human span’s temporary

Though, we demand very.

When and why won’t say enough?

Is it a permanent cough?

Without a syrup?

First need only service

But no end to avarice.

Basically morsels

Paving way to dishes.

Garment o gorgeous

Cottage to palace.

When we have things every

Would never be weary.

To be conspicuous

Habituate to say suffice.

Accept the within change

It’s not an easy exchange!

Let’s say enough

Sure its curable cough!!!!

 Composed on 19-03-2014

                               Mr.Gajanan B Wadeyar

 

Jewish Wedding In Bombay

Her mother shed a tear or two but wasn't really
crying. It was the thing to do, so she did it
enjoying every moment. The bride laughed when I
sympathized, and said don't be silly.

Her brothrs had a shoe of mine and made me pay
to get it back. The game delighted all the neighbours'
children, who never stopped staring at me, the reluctant
bridegroom of the day.

There was no dowry because they knew I was 'modern'
and claimed to be modern too. Her father asked me how
much jewellery I expected him to give away with his daughter.
When I said I did't know, he laughed it off.

There was no brass band outside the synagogue
but I remember a chanting procession or two, some rituals,
lots of skull-caps, felt hats, decorated shawls
and grape juice from a common glass for bride and
bridegroom.

I remember the breaking of the glass and the congregation
clapping which signified that we were well and truly married
according to the Mosaic Law.

Well that's about all. I don't think there was much
that struck me as solemn or beautiful. Mostly, we were
amused, and so were the others. Who knows how much belief
we had?

Even the most orthodox it was said ate beef because it
was cheaper, and some even risked their souls by
relishing pork.
The Sabbath was for betting and swearing and drinking.

Nothing extravagant, mind you, all in a low key
and very decently kept in check. My father used to say,
these orthodox chaps certainly know how to draw the line
in their own crude way. He himself had drifted into the liberal
creed but without much conviction, taking us all with him.
My mother was very proud of being 'progressive'.

Anyway as I was saying, there was that clapping and later
we went to the photographic studio of Lobo and Fernandes,
world-famous specialists in wedding portraits. Still later,
we lay on a floor-matress in the kitchen of my wife's
family apartment and though it was part midnight she
kept saying let's do it darling let's do it darling
so we did it.

More than ten years passed before she told me that
she remembered being very disappointed. Is that all
there is to it? She had wondered. Back from London
eighteen months earlier, I was horribly out of practice.

During our first serious marriage quarrel she said Why did
you take my virginity from me? I would gladly have
returned it, but not one of the books I had read
instructed me how. 

Nissim Ezekiel

The flee by John Donne

THE FLEA.
by John Donne

MARK but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deniest me is ;
It suck'd me first, and now sucks thee, 
And in this flea our two bloods mingled be.
Thou know'st that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead ;
    Yet this enjoys before it woo,
    And pamper'd swells with one blood made of two ;
    And this, alas ! is more than we would do.

O stay, three lives in one flea spare,
Where we almost, yea, more than married are.
This flea is you and I, and this
Our marriage bed, and marriage temple is.
Though parents grudge, and you, we're met,
And cloister'd in these living walls of jet.
    Though use make you apt to kill me,
    Let not to that self-murder added be,
    And sacrilege, three sins in killing three.

Cruel and sudden, hast thou since
Purpled thy nail in blood of innocence?
Wherein could this flea guilty be,
Except in that drop which it suck'd from thee?
Yet thou triumph'st, and say'st that thou
Find'st not thyself nor me the weaker now.
'Tis true ; then learn how false fears be ;
Just so much honour, when thou yield'st to me,
Will waste, as this flea's death took life from thee.