The Brave Pedestrian

Kanhai brushed past me on the narrow pathway of life. No, dear friend, his lithe body pressed against mine but for a moment… ‘Twas his mind that stung my mind, my senses, my being And now I neither sleep at night nor eat nor work in the day. How shall I go on living, O my mother! How shall I live? With this constant ache, this pain, how can I live? My body burns, my mind yearns for his presence… Take away my fair limbs, make me dark-skinned, then! Finding my beauteous Lord in the darkness, Limbs intertwined with his, water-like I shall melt into the night.

Is justice only possible with ancient latin phrases? Legal expressions like “quo warranto” remind you of childish Harry Potter magic-spells like “Excrucio” and “Expecto Patronum”. Isn’t it possible to help the common man say the same thing in simple English, Hindi & local languages? Heavy court language bedazzles the common man, making him dependent on lawyers. It also allows judges to give self-contradictory and arbitrary orders & judgments, and tell the common man, “You won’t understand. Don’t ever try!” Krishnaraj Rao 9821588114 Mumbai

Preface: This is what I wrote a couple of hours after Gattu showed no interest in gazing with me at a spectacular thunderstorm during sunset at Kausani (a town in Uttaranchal that affords a marvelous view of the Himalayas). Gattu was more interested in watching some cartoons on television... and this made me anxious about his future. This poem was written back in 2007, when my son was really small, and didn't show much interest in the outside world, sports etc. But since then, my son has shaped up wonderfully, and made me proud. My prayers as a father have indeed been answered! ———- You inherit a world full of bright lights and colours And more pleasures and comfort than your forefathers have ever known: High-speed travel 24×7 entertainment and connectivity Information on google or ask-dad.com Sometimes it seems as though We, your elders, exist merely to educate and entertain you. But tell me, my son, Why is it that you cannot stand still and appreciate A gloriou...