I remember all too clearly Some days from my youth No, not the time spent In someone's company Actually not in their company If you know what I mean, But some other days Actually far too few days To recount some My mind goes back Recalling my visit to JNU Where a friend was studying (Himadeep, now a prof at Vassar) Another friend was there, too (AV Satish Chandra, gold medalist At JNU in pol sci).
I remember the student elections Had gotten underway at JNU That guy from Bihar Contesting for president Spoke in just chaste Hindi That the southerner in me Was quite charmed, And I heard him Sitting beside my friend And his classmates Some of whom were girls Who seemed more at ease Those Delhi girls Than those from my hometown.
I remember banging my head Between the two eyebrows Against the drum, at JNU, When I bent in to take water And injuring myself And being young I wondered if that would leave a scar Ruining thus my chances Of a girl ever dating me And my friend was exasperated Said he, "First treat that injury Stop thinking all that." Now I tell myself It is just that scar Which made all the girls Down the years Hesitate Yes, just that, And not my personality Or overall looks That for me Was the real dialectical materialism In my life.
Then there was Varun(?) Hima's classmate A slightly fat guy And hence his nickname enugu Who was the topper Who went on to do PhD from Oxford On some scholarhsip (Rhodes or Inlaks?) And I smiled at him From across the dining table Having breakfast (God, so much chapati and dal).
Then those teas under the trees--- I do not recall, but Surely they must have been discussing Marx And some waiting for the library to open Those Civil Services aspirants.
Then staying some days On that Delhi trip Way back in 1986 At Narasimha's place Who was in the law school And Sanjay was there, too, Little could I know Both would go on To becoming Supreme Court judges (Shh, forget I said that, They do not want the public to know They are my friends Lest someone curry their favour) And the law school back then Was a pretty vibrant place Plus, Sanjay and I Took a photo In front of the supreme court Which photo I have since torn up In one of those moods When I do not value anything in life.
Philosopher & Poet. Holds degrees in Medicine (MBBS) and Economics (MA, The Johns Hopkins University). Certified programmer. An avid reader. Worked in various capacities as a medical writer, copywriter, copyeditor, software programmer, newspaper columnist, and content writer. Amazon Author Page - https://www.amazon.in/stores/D.-Samarender-Reddy/author/B0CB7PMW36
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