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Grim’s Chore

A poem by Terence Tuhinanshu, from Lifetime

My time has come, dear boy
The time for me to die.
And quick and fast
And long at last
Life has passed me by.

Die, I must.
Not of age, no.
Nor of hunger, thirst or sorrow.
But for my frustration.
Old I may be, yet still a man
With fading dreams, drowsy desires
A far out field sub-station.

I never was as expected.
All my deeds should-have’s than well-done.
But at the lowest last few moments of my life,
How am I worse than anybody else?
We all share the same fate,
Being instances of the same group.

Life is wasted on an old man
And death too, I suppose.
Old men have to die. It is their purpose.
Were it not been so, even death would pass us by.
For nobody wants an old man
With expired solutions but evergreen problems.

I have known many friends
And lost every one.
And I said to myself each time
With exceptions none
‘The most we can do is walk alone in the moonlight…’

Well, the moon has set.
The stars have left
And the sun shall never come.
Darkness lies behind me, and darkness lies before me.
I sense the Grim come reluctantly closer as I feel my way through.
And now I wonder, flattered,
If indeed my life is worth bothering the Reaper?

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Higher Call of Education

A prayer, a wish

Anand Kumar Awasthi

O Prime Minister wise!

You need to rise.

Strength of reason, your possession,

Intellectuality, your vocation;

Then, why should Higher Education writhe in pain,

Sycophants, pseudo intellectuals gain;

Vision, industry, aim — all put to shame,

The potential attitude — creative, positive —

All reduced to meaningless game?

A University functions well?

Following The British version — ‘India was a country of snake charmers’

So teach all borrowed from the West

Devoid of values, culture and spiritual zest,

Mechanical teacher, student, a moulded cast;

Students pass — sans teacher class, voiceless mode, teaches all.

Office tables keep a snail, the actionless aims no goal;

Procedures rule, Deans look cool, see five-day wonder

Dealers deal the university seal,

Officials change but system goes,

Money rolls, centralized strategy, it clinches deal.

Some are vital, most important!

Only few — tactful and ‘efficient’,

Vacant posts — never mind — tagged with one,

Others can do? Oh, none!

They deal ‘No Deal’ but do tell,

‘Where angels fear to tread’, they let loose hell.

A group of three or four everywhere, one of them, a grave-digger,

A prejudice rules head and heart, the end-result is seldom sought,

A code runs — go blank, delay and stay motionless,

Most V-Cs are but guided children — innocent folk, think little, act still less.

If they can put IDEA supreme, Observation as their working mode,

Comparative judgement- their methodological tool,

And also get signal ‘GO’, could they remain far from goal?

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A voice of sanity or dissent suffocates

For a charge follows —  politics of jealousy calls shots- how dare you rail?

A choir ensues — beware, he is a detractor! he will fail!

Ah! Indialooks to you! Entreats you to address its dire need,

Like the ancient sages did indeed.

All time is good, why wait for some,

Delay no further, you’re welcome;

O Prime Minister wise!

It’s time to rise!

([Anand Kumar Awasthi is Professor of English & Chair & Director, Centre for Canadian Studies, at Dr Hari Singh Gour University, Sagar (MP)-470003]

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