K Balasubramanian (M-34)- I think I'm living in the cloud;

I think I'm living in the cloud;

Floating, dismembered parts of me,

attaching themselves on my Android.

My readings tell me if I'm complete!

For I'm an amalgam of numbers,

from brain scans to foot monitors.

Even the drugs are intravenous,

all through remote apps monitored!

For food I have different powders,

Customized for my body alone.

The food machine talks to the app,

Which feeds it all the formulas!

My choice of friends is suggested,

By this other app who knows it all.

It even books me in where required,

tells me later - wisdom of the cloud!

I read what's in vogue, wear what's trendy.

No need to think, I do what I'm told.

The apps: they do the ordering,

They talk to the cloud: They know, they know!

I don't decide the route to work,

Nor what I need to do, and how.

For that, there's an app on the cloud,

Which runs the schedules of the world!

The software knows where I will be

this evening, and who I will meet.

Its serendipity engine

makes sure, that, to me, it's a surprise!

There is faith, and people still pray

To the all-encompassing cloud,

Which decides who is the most pious,

and rewards him with a week of choice!

And no one wants to pray therefore,

For choice is a most difficult thing.

They'd rather their lives were run by the cloud.

It knows all. Isn't it a wonderful thing?!!

Dinesh Gopalan

28 August, 2015

(Forwarded on 29/08/15)

M M S Rekhrao (M-138)- GULZAR QUOTES - शायद ज़िन्दगी बदल रही है.

Gulzar has an insightful look at the Changing Times

जब मैं छोटा था,
शायद दुनिया
बहुत बड़ी हुआ करती थी..

मुझे याद है
मेरे घर से "स्कूल" तक का
वो रास्ता,

क्या क्या
नहीं था वहां,
चाट के ठेले, 
जलेबी की दुकान,
बर्फ के गोले
सब कुछ,

अब वहां 
"मोबाइल शॉप",
"विडियो पार्लर" हैं,

फिर भी
सब सूना है..

शायद
अब दुनिया
सिमट रही है...
..
.

जब
मैं छोटा था,
शायद
शामें बहुत लम्बी
हुआ करती थीं...

मैं हाथ में
पतंग की डोर पकड़े,
घंटों उड़ा करता था,

वो लम्बी
"साइकिल रेस",
वो बचपन के खेल,

वो
हर शाम
थक के चूर हो जाना,

अब
शाम नहीं होती,

दिन ढलता है
और
सीधे रात हो जाती है.

शायद
वक्त सिमट रहा है..

जब
मैं छोटा था,
शायद दोस्ती
बहुत गहरी
हुआ करती थी,

दिन भर
वो हुजूम बनाकर
खेलना,

वो
दोस्तों के
घर का खाना,

वो
लड़कियों की
बातें,

वो
साथ रोना...

अब भी
मेरे कई दोस्त हैं,
पर दोस्ती 
जाने कहाँ है,

जब भी 
"traffic signal"
पर मिलते हैं
"Hi" हो जाती है,

और
अपने अपने
रास्ते चल देते हैं,

होली,
दीवाली,
जन्मदिन,
नए साल पर
बस SMS आ जाते हैं,

शायद
अब रिश्ते
बदल रहें हैं..
.ं
जब
मैं छोटा था, 
तब खेल भी
अजीब हुआ करते थे,

छुपन छुपाई,
लंगडी टांग, 
पोषम पा,
टिप्पी टीपी टाप.
अब
internet, office, 
से फुर्सत ही नहीं मिलती..

शायद
ज़िन्दगी
बदल रही है.
.
.
जिंदगी का
सबसे बड़ा सच
यही है.. 
जो अकसर क़ब्रिस्तान के बाहर
बोर्ड पर
लिखा होता है...

"मंजिल तो
यही थी, 
बस
जिंदगी गुज़र गयी मेरी
यहाँ आते आते"
.
ज़िंदगी का लम्हा
बहुत छोटा सा है...

कल की
कोई बुनियाद नहीं है
और आने वाला कल 
सिर्फ सपने में ही है..

अब
बच गए
इस पल में..

तमन्नाओं से भर
इस जिंदगी में
हम सिर्फ भाग रहे हैं.

कुछ रफ़्तार
धीमी करो, 
मेरे दोस्त,

और
इस ज़िंदगी को जियो..
खूब जियो मेरे दोस्त...👌

28/08/15

M G Warrier (M-34)- The Fire has taken wings

(I have attempted making a ‘free English rendering of the thoughts contained in a poem “Avanivideyilla!” published in The Mathrubhumi Vaarandappathippu dated August 2, 2015 by Sh V Madhusoodanan Nair for the benefit those who don't know Malayalam-  M G Warrier (M-34) 02/08/15) 

The Fire has taken Wings!

The fire has taken wings, and flown

Beyond the skies, beyond boundaries of the Skye!

HE appeared, responding to the prayers

Walked across, spreading the Almighty’s message

With conviction of a teacher, in his eyes

Making wards keep their eyes open

Filled his words with fire

Made listeners dream awake, and

Move to realising their dreams

By replacing work for slumber!

He made India’s SOUL pierce through the skies

Making the world realise, that SCIENCE

Can bring peace on earth

Can make flowers bloom in deserts!

Head up above the Himalayaas

Thoughts rekindled by the roots down south*

Cool Soofi music encapsuling, the Fire

In every word energised by Quran

Bequeathed his heritage, to the millions

Of children, students and youth

He met, on the long path he covered

On foot, by cycle, by road, by air

During his unfinished journey!

The FIRE has taken WINGS, and flown

Into the unknown, leaving THE LIGHT OF LIFE

The attire, for anyone to done, which

Death cannot steal, weapons cannot pierce!

V Madhusoodanan Nair

 

madan gauria (M-1)- Poem for Poem for Sh PPR

(This beautiful poem has been composed by our friend Sh K R Vijayaragavan in response to a poem - My E-mail friends - sent by Sh PPR I think this is the best appreciation Sh PPR can get- poem for poem.)

oh our dear God

thank you for your blessings

in the form of PPR's sayings.

Like the lover waits for a letter

eagerly from her half better

we open our inbox daily

to see PPR's mail gayly.

if NIL, we are disappointed

still we wait duly undaunted

say the subject which,

he gives his replies rich

languages play in his finger tips

with informative matter in ships.

His reviews , par excellence

makes one rejoice, in silence.

Gained are those in the group

even other friends relish his soup

Flowers, Photos, History and all,

makes he, the readers to fall.

Long Live Long live PPR

healthily, happily where u are.

Thank God once again

for riches, from PPR we gain.

K.R. Vijayaragavan (Chennai Group)

ps: pl ignore errors in construction and excuse.

23/07/15

Yash Bhushan Bajaj (M-21)- चुस्कियाँ (पार्ट-5)

चुस्कियाँ (पार्ट-5)


1.इंसान जैसा भी चाहे

ज़िंदगी में वैसा नहीं होता है

पर इंसान वो ही सफल रहता है

जो हर हाल में खुश रहता है

2.कठिनाइयाँ तो हर रोज़ आती हैं

चिंताओं से और भी बढ़ जाती हैं

ईश्वर पर भरोसा रखो तो

सब खुशियों मे बदल जाती हैं

3.कितने ही कल भी गुजर गये

कितने ही कल भी आएँगे

यह हम पर निर्भर करता है

हम अपना आज कैसे बिताएँगे

4. वक़्त ही इंसान को बनाता है

वक़्त ही इंसान को मिटाता है

लेकिन इंसान अपने ही अहंकार में

वक़्त की अहमियत को भूल जाता है

5 जैसे रेत मुठ्ठी से फिसलती है

ज़िंदगी भी पल पल ढलती है

हंस कर ही जिओ ज़िंदगी को

यह एक बार ही तो मिलती है


LIFE-Life is for Enjoyment


यश भूषण बजाज
हैदराबाद (एम-२१)
23/07/15

P P Ramachandran (PPR) (M-37) - E-MAIL FRIENDS

Dear God... I know you're watching over me  And I'm feeling truly blest  For no matter what I pray for  You always know what's best! I have this circle of E-mail friends,  Who mean a lot to me;  Some days I "send" and "send,"  At other times, I let them be. I am so blessed to have these friends,  With whom I've grown so close;  So this little poem I dedicate to them,  Because to me they are the "Most"! When I see each name download,  And view the message they've sent;  I know they've thought of me that day,  And "well wishes" were their intent. So to you, my friends, I would like to say,  Thank you for being a part;  Of all my daily contacts,  This comes right from my heart. God bless you all is my prayer today,  I'm honored to call you "friend";  I pray God will keep you safe,  Until we write again.  PPR (23/07/15)

madan gauria (M-1)- Jaane kyon aaj

जाने क्यों आज

जाने क्यों आज बस्ती के चौराहे  वीरान नज़र आते हैं ,
और लोग भी कुछ सहमे हुए ,  परेशान नज़र आते हैं,
क्या पता फिर किसी ने घोल दिया ज़हर इस  मिटटी  में ,
इंसान को इंसान नहीं , हिन्दू औ मुसलमान नज़र आते हैं 

by madan gauria
11/07/15

K Balasubramanian (M-34)- Modi's year in office

Modi's year in office

He is lying prone on the mat,

And striking classic yoga poses;

With a million cheering him on,

Of course, impeccably dressed!

He takes the US by storm,

Cheered by Desis at Madison Square,

A million are always turned out,

To cheer the ultimate showman on!

He speaks in quotes and aphorisms,

Perfect for the age of twitter;

He knows the art of byte-sized sound,

For a world that can't focus longer!

He shares the stage with world leaders,

In their home, visiting their town;

Hosts visiting ones on jhulas,

In his own beloved home town!

His ministers form a circle,

Whose role is to point to the center;

Lest anyone still misses it,

He's the one dressed in most splendor!

Each event of his is so well-timed,

Though he thought of it years in advance;

He won't let any good thing go,

For lack of timing, unheard, unsung!

He's got the teams to project him,

For any event, the right platform!

Laser shows during the elections,

Followed by one show every month!

He knows the art of projection,

Of waiting, and of deception;

With no family to distract him,

There's also the aura of renunciation!

He keeps his enemies at bay,

In different Machiavellian ways;

They cheer: those who wish to gain,

The others' balls: he holds in his hands!

Enemies have been known to vanish,

All but friends, decimated;

A man you  can't antagonize,

Either you cheer, or stay silent!

He has an event for the moment,

And several scandals held in reserve;

To release when the time is right,

When he's in trouble, or before the polls!

From the gullies of Gujarat he came,

To storm the walls of Lutyens' Delhi;

Over every person he looms,

Who stare in awe or cower in fear!

Who knows if this is for the good,

Or will lead to anything better?

A megalomaniac come to save us,

Or a mahiavellian deliverer?

(Dinesh Gopalan )

madan gauria (M-1)- Everywhere Tar Tar- A Marathi poem

It is a very simple poem in Marathi. It is so simple even our Non-Marathi friends will not face any difficulty in understanding it.

> ¤ टर ची कमाल ¤

सगळी टर टर रे भाऊ
नुसती टरटर टरटर

दारुड्याला गटर
डॉक्टरला सिस्टर
हॉटेलात वेटर
पाण्याला हिटर
 
घराला मिटर

बसायला मोटर

दूधाला लिटर
उमेदवाराला वोटर

चालवायला स्कुटर
संदेश ला ट्विटर
प्रेयसीला लेटर
खायाला बटर
 
मारामारी ला फायटर
सिगारेटला लायटर
दारुला वाटर
सिनेमाला थेटर
 
रंगवायला पेंटर
थंडीत स्वेटर
विजेला टेस्टर
फळ्याला डस्टर

बायकोला मिस्टर
गणिताला कॅल्क्युलेटर
चालवायला कंप्युटर
दुकानाला शटर...
भाषांतर करणारा transलेटर...
 
सगळ्यात शेवटी
ऑफिसात सायबाची टरटर
घरात बायकोची टरटर
सगळीच टरटर रे भाऊ
नुसती टरटर टरटर
 
पाठवा "लवकर"....

(Poet not known)

madan gauria (M-1)

20/06/15

K Balasubramanaian (M-34) - THAT'S MUMBAI

THAT'S MUMBAI !!! with a Superb definition ....

Mumbai is rich,

Mumbai is poor.

Mumbai is fast,

Mumbai is slow.

 

Little bit sweet,

and little bit sour.

Sometimes it's hot

but not too more.

Mornings are energetic

and evenings are electric.

Noons are lazy but

Nights are crazy..

 

And any one you ask,

he always say "M busy"

Dude, life in Mumbai''

Is not so easy...!

There is lot of Masti with

little bit of Maska...

Welcome to the city

that can't live, without Bollywood Chaska.!

Sev puri, Vada Pav and bhel puri

are all Mumbai chaat..

Relishing it with spicy chutney is no easy art..

From popcorn to ice-cream, all sold on cart,

Mumbai o Mumbai you're always close to my heart.!

Where local trains

usually run on time,

And violently rushing

for a seat is not a crime.

Here 3 PM for lunch and

12 AM to dine,

People face hardships,

but still say "it's fine".!

From Mt. Mary in Bandra

to Mumba Devi in Town,

And ISKCON in Juhu to Haji Ali in Mumbai's Crown.

Marathi, Punjabi, Gujarati and Bengali,

Everyone together celebrate Eid and Diwali,

Holi is colorful and Christmas is cheerful,

Spend some time here and your life will be unforgetful.!

Billionaire to beggars,

all found in this city,

Be careful dude,

this place is a bit witty..,

Overall this dream-world

is huge but pretty,

Mumbai o Mumbai,

you're a wonderful city.

Because...

she is like a mother to millions.

After all a mother is called,

MUM in English,

BAA in Gujarati

AAI in Marathi.

That’s MUMBAI....

(Poet Not known)

K Balasubramanain M-34
11/06/15