Good I am not a Poet

A friend of mine sent this poem (absolute insult to one though!). Without doubt, this is worst of poems I ever read. Could not bear it alone, so I am sharing it in my blog.


The Uncertainty of the Poet
- by Wendy Cope

I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of 'I am,
I am'-Very bananas.

Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas!
I am.I am fond of a 'very.'

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?

Veebee Senti Mood Mein

There is something about some singers. Their involvement, arrogance in the voice just enhances the rendition. Am listening to Farida Khanum's Aaj Jaane Ki Zid Na Karo...
Simply cannot get over the lyrics.. Mean while you guys enjoy the weekend!!

Waqt ki qaid mein zindagi hai magar
Chand ghadiyan yehi hain jo aazad hain
Inko khokar mere jaan-e-jaan
Umr bhar na taraste raho
...Aaj jaane ki zid na karo

majulah singapura

The National Day celebrations are going on a full frenzy. Constructions and upgradations (in singapore all the old buildings are getting an extreme makeover!) are happening with double zeal. There is celebration in the air. Surely this country has everything to celebrate, an enviable economy, a stable government, a 0.01% corruption rate, booming exports, efficient public transport systems, and a beautiful sky view.

I am less than surprised to not find so many happy faces here.

An average SG woman is worried about the expanding pores on her face, or her sagging breasts. So the frown has replaced the smile, as she fights gravity, nature, and age.

Then I thought, the younger belles must be happy atleast! Wo, no! Just today, I overheard a smart thingie sulk about not having a camera phone.

Young boys in Sg are a sight (read fright) to look at. With an overdose of hairgel, their locks sure look poky enough to puncture a baloon. The dude got ear embellishments so heavy, his jaws are almost touching the ground. Oh, he is sad because the iPOD ain't working properly.

Now come the men, humm they cannot smile ever. Reason--not one but two-- SEX and LOTTO. The problem is they leave too much for chance! They are always tense, and are discussing their fortunes over Durian (a fruit whose stink can give you nightmares).

And the rest of the people, the ones in the crowd on Orchard Road on in Raffles place are just too stiff worried about missing a meeting, an MRT, or worse even the green traffic signal!

Phew!! Here's to "onward singapore", may there be more smiles!!

Fun at substation

Films can be extremely therapeutic, and watching them with a discerning audience is a different experience altogether. The experience took me back to my studio in the university where we would watch movies endlessly.

The Substation in Singapore is a platform for new filmmakers and anyone who is interested in filmmaking to meet, exchange ideas and show their work. I happpened to go for their screening of short film series screening today. Saw a brilliant ensemble of stories.

Portrait of a Young Man explores the different routes that a young man can take in his search for deliverance and success, and the consequences of taking that route. A dramatic re-enactment of the life of Lawrence Leow, now executive chairman of the Crescendas Group of Companies, the film heralds the redemptive power of education.

The Assassin is a mockumentary-satire on the gangster genre about a professional killer on his last job.

The Funeral Photo is a film about a retired couple who decides to have their funeral photo taken. They just want to look good with the garland on their glam photo. An accident happens during the photography session that sparks off a discussion about the subject of untimely deaths between the couple and the photographer.