Category: English Compositions
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Lear Leer
There was a man who lived in a hospital in Coimbatore He was at least hundred and ten and an improvisatore And he recited mournful verses For all his attending nurses Till he drowned in her tears, each nurse there was, in Coimbatore.
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Looking Back at the Sixties: Tale Told by an Absolute Nobody
Published by Presidency College Alumni Association in Autumn Annual, Vol. XLVII 2018-19 “True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy…” Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, Scene 4 Anyone belonging to my generation, when asked to conjure up his version of the Presidency tale, cannot…
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English Rendition of a Tagore Song — Untitled
When I shall not stroll along — my old habitual way Put a stop to rowing my boat — from this little quay With sales and purchase all completed Neither lender nor indebted I’ll never visit this fair again on any scheduled day You might as well not remember me then Or look towards the…
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Tryst with a Teacher
Teachers who stick to a syllabus bore me to death. I have always enjoyed being taught by teachers who didn’t mind crossing boundaries and trespassing into other subjects. Arithmetic mingling with geography, history with chemistry, or, for that matter, English literature taking a u-turn into physics. Teachers who lead you that way are eccentric for…
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Of Doctors, Loose Bowels and Françoise Hardy
She howled at me. I wasn’t particularly scared of a howling female. Of course, she was not my wife. A female in the shape of my howling wife never fails to loosen by bowels. But as I said, she was not my wife. “I want you to get that hole sealed up by tomorrow,” howled…
