Right From The Word ‘GO’!

An incomplete poem....

Right From The Word ‘GO’!

In a queue – marathon, permanent, on the trodden path;

Heads up, backs straight, bypassing a friend or a foe;

With a planned, analyzed, detailed and a calculated aftermath,

Right from the word ‘GO’!

Ah, a goal accomplished…but there is the next one,

And another, the next one - tiny wishes glow;

“Race, run….survive, rest not my son!”

Right from the word ‘GO’!

Can’t I rest or spend a moment alone?

“No lad, no one is. You’ll reach a low…!”

And the queue moves - without a hiss or a moan,

Right from the word ‘GO’!

will complete it later....

Nostalgic Festivities..

Ah...so there is a notice put up here announcing the change in holiday for Deepavali....and I suddenly realize " Oh..so Deepavali is coming...! " A bit of introspection ensued...

What do festivals mean for trapped inmates like us here.... ? Just a holiday ?...Or just a change in mess food (for all those "stay in room " guys..)..?....going down the memory lane, I remember old diwali days...all the relatives huddles together in cramped houses....crackers....new clothes....and most of all the succulent delicacies that used to be meticulously made with astounding rigor...! The karanjis , laddus, chakalis, mithais.....ah...what good times....!

And now....all we have is a monday holiday.....to be passed just like any other day with the mess food...!