Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Sarabhai vs. Sarabhai!!!


Recently I happened to watch a few episodes of “Sarabhai vs. Sarabhai”. And I couldn’t help but admire the overall quality of Indian television. One of the major reasons I don’t like to watch sitcoms is because that time can be put to better use. Of course this serial made me break the record of not watching anything for 3 years. And made me accept that this serial is in all respect an exception to the pathetic standard of Indian television. (No offence intended to the people who follow the K series or for that matter spend unnecessary time in front of the TV.)

The middle class post-mortem with the relevant examples leaves you rolling on the floor. Satish Shah just proves that no one can replace him ever. So does his co-star Ratna Pathak-Shah. The weird poems by their son Roshesh (Rajesh Kumar) beat every humour hands down! I wanted to write a poem a la Roshesh!!! And made him my muse all this while… I have tried to inculcate his rhyme scheme and a story in this poem… (People who watch this sitcom would know what I mean!) Please help me in improving and being a better Roshesh fan!!! Damn I have a feeling of being funnily weird at being a Roshesh Follower!!! :-D Jai Roshesh!! Crazy about you!!!


Momma’s Story!!! ;-)

On a morning in summer,
It smelt fresh hay.
The first meeting with her lover,
It did the same way.

Was it the golden light?
Or was it the glowing peeks?
That made the country sight,
Look like it speaks?

Sitting under the darkest shade
To hide from the rays,
“For this time, I shall trade
Even a fortune”, he says.

Thanks to the sheep
And thanks to the season,
That lets us keep
Meeting for a reason.

I wish to grow old
With you by my side,
Life will unfold,
And shall be our guide.

In search of joy
Together we’ll find a way,
And pass it to our boy,
On a joyful day.

So I say this to you my dear,
Loving is the only way
Success is always near,
Only a fraction away…

Happiness is not in the air,
It’s in the mind.
Feel it if you may dare,
And make it your find.

Make an effort together,
And pass your story on,
Coz nothing lasts forever,
But generations go on.

There should remain a trace
Of your existence,
Welcome your end with grace,
And let go without insistence.

During the last moments,
Don’t count your years.
Count all the moments
That made these years.

If the moments are more
You are always alive,
With the memories so pure
In the relations that survive.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

if you do like critical comments, the lines No offence intended to the people who follow the K series or for that matter spend unnecessary time in front of the TV with the word unnecessary are actually offensive, even when you say no offence, the tone is offensive too. It would be a good idea to state your point and still not use tones that are offensive. Not that i disagree with you, Its just that you have a point but you can put it across better, writing is an art. And art has to be understood something that comes from with in and not something that comes out of an itch.

Thanks,
infinite

Snigdha Shevade said...

of course i do like criticism!!! in fact i relate better to those who criticize me!! thanks for your inputs!!! btw.. i'd love to know your name!! :-)

and yes, the preface to the next post will be dadicated to you!!!
hope to know you soon!!

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