Tin Fish

Yesterday, Shelle called from the train to Aswan and it triggered a flow of emotions. Out came a poem (after a long time), she called from the train to Aswan, and in a way, it’s not only about how much I miss her but also about our relationship, and my umbilical chord attachment with my better half. I know some of you would read it and may find it soppy, a bit maudlin perhaps, but what the heck, do lemme have your comments please.
An excerpt:
i think of her in Aswan
that ancient frontier town in South Egypt
aesthetically set on the Nile where dainty sailboats
etch the sky with their heady masts
twenty five years of our relationship
and it’s with her i share my inner callings

Finished reading Tin Fish. I picked up the book initially because it’s written by a classmate of mine in St. Stephen’s (Class of 1984), Sudeep Chakravarti. We used to call him “Chakki”, and he was a quiet and intense person, though sometimes reclusive, at college. Without much preamble, I must say I loved the book and its easy flowing style. It’s a coming of age book and takes us on a journey through our wonder years. The story may be set in Mayo College, but it’s a tale of most of the young boys staying in residential schools. Though I have not had a stint at a boarding school (stayed in residence, though, at St. Stephen’s), I could identify with the book. It’s a breeze of a book. Chakki, can’t wait to ask you to set your second book in the Stephania of 1981-84. I think you have found your calling, mate, and am glad you have shifted to sylvan Goa which is conducive to creative pursuits.
Also browsed through House Design, an interesting book that captures some of the most contemporary house designs in the world. Published in 2004, most of the designs are avant-garde and have sci-fi looks. Cool stuff from Daab, a German publication house.
Do check out the site of Good Night, And Good Luck, a Warner Bros. flick that I shall not miss.
If you enjoy Jazz, you are in for a treat. Take care…