Saturday 30 July 2016

In Search of an Archie by the name of Arathi


Knock, knock, knock
Tap, tap, tap
Search I did, door to door
Sorry dear, came their reply (their = neighbours on the street where Arathi lived once upon a time)
Left with little choice,
I told myself… let me try, try n try.

Knock, knock, knock
Tap, tap, tap
Search I did, door to door
This time though, I made up my mind
Wish of mine, may it come true.

Couldn’t believe my ears
Allayed were my fears
When my wish that was surreal  (of tracing her whereabouts)
Indeed turned real
Ending the wait of decades of years
Wiping away all my tears!

(Penned with all my heart for my dear friend Arathi Rangaswamy….. )                                                     
Mangala Madhuchand

My Poem for Pankaj Vernekar

Here is a very short poem I penned for my dear friend Pankaj Vernekar (one of the starters in my series of poems for a few of my friends) 

On this Special Day, while your kith and kin are there with you,
To make your day, bright like sunshine.
I wish, they forget yours, those few favourites,
Say, cigar and wineJ
To make this day, especially fine!!

On sharing this with Rishab, my tiny sweetie, which I always do, albeit aware of the trouble in store! Pat came his reply,
 “Amma, instead, on this special day of Uncle's, you should wish him more of cigar and wine!” Exchange of glances….Popeyed Stare vs Short n Sweet Smile, ear to ear!J Tempts me to rewrite….

It’s Cheers!! Pankaj, with Glühwein
May your life get better with age,
Like fine wine!









Sweet Corn Song

SWEET CORN SONG
(penned by Mangala Madhuchand)
Grand Old Corn
Bright when born
Shows up when husk is torn
So so sweet to taste
Yes, can be cooked in haste
Wow… so great! Please don’t waste
This beautiful, dear corn
Lest it feels forlorn.

Spice them up with corns of pepper
How about grated mozzarella
For a scatter?
Sprout them, grind them
To a superfine flour
Mix it to a dough, roll it flat though
To make a tempting tortilla.

Oh I see…you still have
Some kernels leftover?
Oh so sweet….use them up
As filling for quesadilla
Hey, did I hear you say
“Idella namage gothe iralilla!!” *

* This  sentence  is written using kannada language. In English, it means “We didn’t know all of these”
More of my poems can be read at "My Poems"


To view Recipe "Sweet Corn Kosambari"
click Sweet Corn Kosambari link:: http://mangalaspotpourri.blogspot.in/2017/04/sweet-corn-kosambari.html

Reminds me of my trip with friends when we all enjoyed this Sweet Corn Kosambari. Few pics below













“Brighter Side brought to Light”



 A poem I penned for my B. Arch classmate Vani Vasudev
It is said that “Spiritual eyesight improves as physical eyesight declines!”
 Extending this just for you….

“Even when sights of all kind make us blind,
Foresight, hindsight….et al decline,
We need not despair, for,
In you, we have a friend,
Who can help us lean against spiritual incline,
Meandering our way from the ‘Monkey Mind’,
Braving us back to the “Human Kind”!

Sailing through the ebb and flow,
Of the Strait of Life,
While our moods are high or low,
“Low or high, need not sigh”, you say so.
Lifting us up, when we drown,
Levelling us down, when on high,
Never leaving any high and dry!

Any of life’s troubles that we may bemoan
Mammoth to us, they may appear
Trivial they may be, yet we fear.

But, as you say,
“The Big Picture” when we see
Those trivia, the hitherto big blocks
Verily melt down to tiny specks
And soon they disappear!

Ever ready to share your pearls of wisdom
To let one’s mind stand erect,
Short and sweet sermon from ‘Thou The Prefect’
”Through the Looking Glass, may we see,
 “A single human, do we find perfect?
This common fact of life may we reflect,
Errors of the world, one need not mirror
Our strifes, several they may be,
Try we must, to set them straight,
On good deeds, may we concentrate”

Making one realize, at tides of time,
Best is to live down to earth,
Just so, we find peace in our hearth,
Live life to its full, to our heart’s content
Well, isn’t that our basic intent?


Author: Mangala Madhuchand

W...W...W: Vasudev Shyam


(This poem is for Vasudev Shyam, son of my dear friend Jyothi Shyam)

Towering taller, soaring higher, flying farther
Head held high.
While you go places smelling success,
Lost in the World Wide Web, you may be
Dreaming in our own world, we too shall be.

While we resume dreaming
Even as we are doodling
One fine morning, we wake up yawning,
Up from bed we spring, dawning
“Hey, where on earth is v…dev?”
Hear, hear
Here comes the voice of …Vasu
“Just go googling ‘www’,
And read me up there under
World’s Who’s Who!
                                                                                                                                                   Author: Mangala Madhuchand

(ps: Penned this poem on behalf of your  World’s Well Wishers)

Discovering True Love

Poem dedicated to my dear friend Nina Menon

Once upon a time….five long years that we traversed together
Only to find a few vanish away,
From many amongst our Archies Array,
Almost out of the blue,
Creating in our minds,
Real cry and hue!  (For poetry’s sake, this funny language I forsake!)
One among some, wasn’t that you?

Sailing across Seven Seas, making your testament “Microsoft”ly
Good bye guys, see me gals!
Here I land on greener pastures,
Towing my tennis and oh yeah…
“My hubby, my love”!

Armed with a racquet,
The All Powerful Me,
Played enough games to create,
In my lone opponent’s mind (lone opponent: Read “husband”)
A roaring racket!!
Poor hubby, was he left with any choice,
But to fall in love?! (Pun intended)
Lo! Wish you Archies watch us playing
Tennis, My True Love...!”

Sailing back to celebrate “Our Silver”, heard you announce macroloudly
Hey bullier guys n pallier gals
Missed you lots, all of these years
Love to see you again n again,
But then….sorry dear
No more than just once a year!

Flying off home you watched….
With your dearie daughter
‘Hubby Richer’ vs ‘Tennis Lovelier’
Yes we Archies love to watch them
Grand Slamming over
“Nina, Their True Love!!” 

Part of Archies gang in front of Architecture Dept. Jnanabharathi Campus - 3+ decades old pic! published for posterity :)

A Chitra to S. Chitra

Sharing a poem I penned for my dear friend Chitra Sundarajan

Marching ahead hand in hand
Bewitching beauties blooming
Guards of Honour flanking        

 Daintily decked from top to toe
Kajal eyed, Bow tied
Tresses dangling, Pendants hanging
Silken fabric, Shining shoes

Singing Bon Bon, Binging bonbon
Looking tip top, Dancing hip hop
To the lilting music Pop…bop

Criss cross, tic tac toe,
Guards of Honour chatting
Tip top we, from top to toe
With grace n poise, we all sashaying
Yet neck to neck, ahead we are racing,
Ear to ear, smiles curving….

Oh, come on, hurry up!
Ding Dong, Ding Dong…. the bell is ringing
Tick Tock, Tick, Tock…the clock is ticking
Oh my! Isn’t it so ah laa…rming!!

March has marched past, arrived hath April
The Day is Fifteenth and the time is Now
Bewitching beauties blooming
To present a Present, what can it be?

Hurrrray…got an idea!
Trash it as bosh… oh no yeah!
A Chitra to S. Chitra!
 Wah…what an idea!!
Call it not as Vichitra!

Dilli ki Raani, kaisi hai
Ye kavitha ishtyle ki kahani
Calling it lengthy…maharani?
So what, when it is lullabied with a lac of lustre and love aplenty!

Ps: Chitra = Drawing “Vichitra” = Strange. The enclosed drawing is, in a sense, strange since I’ve drawn it using mud.

Also in this blog is a poem titled Sayonara Samika penned for Samika, daughter of Chitra Sundararajan



More of my poems can be read at "My Poems"


Sayonara Samika

July 27, 2016 7.00 p.m
Penned this poem just now for Samika, daughter of my good friend n fellow Archie Chitra Sundarajan.

Sayonara Samika…wish you La Bonne Vie

As you tread your way, flying away
Smooth sailing may it be,
Your life ahead, when you resume
Right n Bright, may you design it to be
Just so, when you reink your resume
Spic, span and sparkling, sure it shall be.
                                                  
To the world who are eager to know your identity
The Author i.e., You sweetly state with authority
“Through the Looking Glass”
Can you please read me
Sure you will know at a glance
That I write, write n write
Sing, sing n sing
Learn n teach n teach n learn
The Art of Arts i.e. Music n Dance

As you dance, sing n write
Weaving your way to La Bonne Vie
With plenty of pride we shall be,
Verdant green with envy
For the svelte and suave Sami (ka)
Who is forever beaming with bonhomie!

Author: Mangala Madhuchand

My Ode for Divya Maiya

In the skies I see you soaring!
On your cap, I see the feathers growing
While you keep your flag flying,
And we enjoy watching it fluttering,

Wish you soar higher and higher.
May the scent of success,
Not drift you hither and thither.
Much akin to “Divya The Divine”

May your thoughts and deeds,
Become clearer and purer,
Whilst you remain rooted to the ground,
Deeper and deeper!!

Glittering Stars Waiting For You


(A poem I penned for my family friend Rahul Kayala)


Standing tall, Rising high
Aiming for the sky
Reaching for the stars
As you grow tall,
Taller and the tallest of all
May the sky come down
May they reach you
Oh those glittering stars in the sky.

Standing taller, flying farther
Head held high
May you go places
Tasting success
When you reach the pinnacle
It shall be no miracle
For reaching there cannot be
Sans The Sacred Revolution
Against countless debacles.

The secret to your hitherto success
Oh those keywords, in the midst of
The whirl of words during our chat.
“Can you tell us more?” our silent request;
“Can you please understand,
The time I now have on hand, I just can’t juggle,
Can you simply google”, you say with a giggle.
We return home beaming, yet buckling,
Off to bed, did you go chuckling?

Thank you Rahul, you are beautiful,
The time spent with you, that was wonderful.
Oops, for the “beautiful” feminine adjective!
Thank you Rahul, you are indeed handsome
Precious time you spared for us,
That was truly awesome!

Hu Hoo, Cu Coo, Cucumber


Water, water everywhere
Not a drop to batter my dosa
Pray to Thee, Oh Cauvery!
Can you allay our worry?
While the fight between States
Doesn’t seem to cease,
Your flow of fair share
Can it bend please
To all states, can it appease?

Cauvery states,
“While I shall do my best
For fair share to all States,
Don’t wait for me,
Go pluck that Southekaayi
From Mangaluru. To you, it’s closeby
Also known as Cucu (long name - Cucumber)
Use this in place of water
See how your dosa batter
Comes out sooo much better!”

Hu hooo, Cu cu ooo
How so sweet are you,
Taking the place of precious water,
Dosa made using you
Tastes bestest than better!
Hu hooo, Cu Cu Coo, Long Live Cucumber!!

Author: Mangala Madhuchand

Would you like to view Recipe for Cucumber Dosa? Here it is....Cucumber Dosa

Poem for My Boss


Hey, can you do a write up,
My boss suddenly came up.

On what? asked the innocent me
Of course, on Audit!
Came the cool reply.

A write up on Audit?
Oh yes, I can do
Replied me, for the heck of it.

I went on to write it
Got thoroughly stuck with it
Can you guess why?
Because it is so vague and dry!

Can I have the write up?
Back came my boss
I could not speak up
For, all my attempts to write
Went for a toss.

Said my boss,
I’ll come after a while
Keep it ready without fail.

I started writing in a file
Picking up sheets from the pile
And my pen getting steady.

 “Is it ready, by any chance?”
questioned she with a glance.
Please hurry up and send by mail
Else, behind the deadline, we shall trail.

Not once she screamed,
Not once was she cross,
But yes, she was the boss.

I became tense, really tense
Words that I penned
Made no sense
I prayed to myself,
Good heavens!

God was great,
He answered my prayers
For, out from the papers
Emerged a poem.

I managed to twine,
A few words in them.
More words from my pen
Came down like rain.

My friends saw it
They read it
Wah! Wah ! Good for Audit!
Good for Innerve!! (Innerve - An Inhouse Journal)
And they sang it.

My boss saw it
And she read it,
Melodious it was
When she hummed it.

Yes, she saw it
And said about it
Great for Audit, not for Innerve!
What purpose does it serve?

Words for my poem,
Had showered down like rain
Now, I was going back home
Crying in pain

Now. it was tears
That flowed down like rain
For, my great little poem
Was going down the drain.


Friends called me
They consoled me
My boss came to me
And she consoled me.

Never mind, if it
Doesn’t go for print
Come on, let’s display it
For all to see, in our department,
That is, Audit.

So sweet of them,
They pacified me.
So sweet of my boss
She agreed with them.

We pinned it
And we sang it.
Apt for Innerve!
Good for Sobha!!
And pride for Audit!!!

Author
Mangala Madhuchand