A farewell note!!

Parle marie!

Nobody apart from the weirdest of us
wants to put up with this maxima of fuss
to write an entree : What infernal cad
could I mean when I use legal ruled pad?
Why would I ape the ape
and in rhythmic poesy drape
what now is sure to turn out
as far-worse lines than ‘Little Johnny Stout’?
But, my dear H.-D., you forget the scheme too soon,
I have always obliged to play the buffoon.
Its just me to do this, when I could have written sense,
to cause you to plough through this drivel and repense.
Poetic meter really doesn’t suit me
“Use the hexameter; but never touch the three!”
“Blah and bull!”, I dare spout
“But I resort to this to get a fourth short of 4 sheets to fill out.”
“Much-o ado about nothing!”, I hear you say.
“SRC, where’s the cold edge, where is the flay?
Where’s the swoop-in-&-kill, where’s the cuttin’ comment?
Where indeed now is the exaggerated lament?”
“H.-D.”, I cut in, “Isn’t this too much talk
before one has time to get down to the real stock?
You mean well, I can see.
But give it a little time, plee’?”
“I may not be a Dahl”, I add, “I may not be a Grass.
But surely there is no reason to think I’ll write so crass.
Come on now, old chum, I‘ll show you the works.
Bring out the judge, the jury and the critic that lurks.”
“We have had hot air now for quite some time.
You had us wrapped up in your useless rhyme.
Stop ditherin’ now, I give you warnin’ fair.
For your tomfoolery, I have little care.”
Thus spake you and my blood did boil,
“H.-D., you ass, can’t you guess my inner turmoil?
Much as you weren’t like me, for this little amount of time
I really wanted you to be a lunch-mate of mine.
You weren’t ‘in’, I knew, but I wasn’t looking for that.
And well, round is a shape - but I rather call you fat.
But 2nd year had taught me that appearances are deceptive:
To cha and adda, I had guessed you would be receptive.
How was I to know, now, that this burden would be so light -
two mutton dosa, and a bottle of Sprite?
Getting together without pre-forged links
for what in your local slang was “Ekta cold drinks!”
On second thoughts, did we cluster up to scavenge that food?
Or were we scrounging for something else – may be a prelude?
To things and people we were hence to meet
I guess a pre-ordination to share more than a D-school seat.
I wasn’t the best enunciator; I spoke too fast.
But one ear to the ground, you heard me out to the last.
H.-D. – a brilliant man in too simple a trapping
But come lunch, and no more d-orbital mapping.”
“Enough said, bondhoo!”, you butt in, “You make me rummy!
I had no clue you too felt we were so chummy.
All this touchy-feely business is making me sneezy.
Not watery, mind you – that would be too easy!”
But I insist, “Comrade, I too share some insight.
Though I admit your ‘My bed is ready’ gave me quite a fright.
But I was circumspect; you well might have been gay
But of all the corny lines, you couldn’t have found this to say.
I soon put it down to typographical error,
evidently a case where the logic, your words could not mirror
But what were mere words to the man who could think
I smelled bad when he was the one with chronic foot-stink?
And who indeed would forget his Ranji-esque late cut
under lights where one couldn’t make out the ball from his butt?
Then again, the courtesy of insisting on sleeping on the floor;
and then nodding off lightly: the chatter quickly became a bore.
Everything said and done – it wasn’t all fluff.
Between ourselves we did talk quite a bit of the heavy stuff.
But I guess the fun part was when Coffee came in with her vapor
and all the bourgeois talk and spirals on tissue-paper.
Crosswords withCoffee, and the methylorange beaker.
But wait, do we have to put a sticker
on what we said and what we didn’?
I vote we keep some unspoken talk hidden.
It was good while it was – all this what started on a hunch;
Me asking you and you agreeing to lunch.
Can I say now, or will you still linger?
For the last time, to you H.-D., the salute of the middle finger!”


That's the founding editor{of a 'sometimely' journal - "Untitled"}'s farewell message to an individual, two years ago!!

For people who are unaware... that's Sourav Roy Chowdhury at his uncanny best!!

Best,

Carbide