“life in a packet!”,
mother dairy ’twas,
and kulfi was a special thing.
on hot summer afternoons,
usually post-exams, often pre-exams,
and in the evenings,
in our postprandial wanderings,
the grincess, rach, and pliz,
and mc’hen and i,
would walk to the dairy,
past the mukh gate,
nirula’s and a couple of erratic streetlights,
that went on and off on a whim,
for across the road lay joy unbound,
that was where kulfi was found.
fatarmed grincess (“i’m so useless!”),
timchen’s headhunting ways (“takatakatakataka…”),
the poor red-nosed reindeer!
“what nonsanse!”, pliz says.
on misty winter nights,
peanuts were such a craze,
for them, we waded through the haze,
“gwyer ke paraathe” was a misnomer,
but who cared.
oh, ‘the best song in the world’,
and gumay supta’s spoonerisms,
word of the day: tchotchke et al
those were the days!
though i threw up once,
for i ate too many peanuts,
and my gastronomic mistakes.
and the sounds of silence,
on the chapel lawns,
philly’s stringy instrument,
and the elusive leprechauns
treasures, all of them,
those folks i just told you about,
though this one’s for you rach,
for buddays are a big deal,
and we must make the most of them,
so here it is,
a doggerel, such as it maybe,
for i never was a great poet,
even so i can’t help but do it. (there!)
p.s. happy birthday rachel! 🙂