Sunday, June 12, 2011

Poetry


This Russian Girl I met on the train

On December 30, 2006 I sat next to
This Russian Girl, on the train.
I asked her if the train was a 10:38 AM one
While she was looking at the schedule.
She said, ‘excuse me?’
‘Oh, boy’ I said to myself
May be I shouldn’t talk again to
This Russian Girl I met on the train.

From her purse she takes out this book ‘Kite Runner’
And starts to read.
‘ I’ve read that book ’ I said.
‘My friend gave it to me’ she said.
Got engrossed in reading again
This Russian Girl I met on the train.

Well, I took my book ‘Grief Observed’ out
And began to read
May be doesn’t want to talk to me
This Russian Girl I met on the train.

Now she puts the book aside,
Gets busy with her make-up side.
She re-does her mascara,
Freshens up her face makeup
And puts her lipstick on
As I see from corner of my eyes.
‘Boy, how beautiful!’ is
This Russian Girl I met on the train

The train stops at Newark station
‘Is it New York?’
‘No’ I said ‘this is Newark,
New York is next’ I said to
This Russian Girl I met on the train

Now she said ‘you read this book?,
What do you think? It seems very well written’
‘Yes’ I said, ‘it’s simple but well written.
Reader visualizes the story while reading’.
And then, started talking
This Russian Girl I met on the train

Who I was?
‘Indian’ I said
She goes on and on
Praising Indian Temples in Chicago
(She is from Chicago)
Knows a lot about me now
This Russian Girl I met on the train

I am an MD, my son is an MD, and the other one is MBA
My wife passed away.
‘Your son is an MD? How old are you?’ she asks me.
I am 63, I said.
I must be in 40s, thinks
This Russian Girl I met on the train

‘Thank you’ I said, ‘you are very young too’
‘Yea, after I painted my face for half hour,
I am 40.’ So open, so honest, I like
This Russian Girl I met on the train

We kept talking nonstop.
At New York the train stopped, she did not.
We were last to get up and move to
Exit but kept talking.
I said ‘I wish we started talking early’
‘ I did not, ’cause I thought you may be
From Afghanistan and I was Russian’, said
This Russian Girl I met on the train

We talked and talked and came out on street
I didn’t want to stop and I think she didn’t too
Well I said, ‘nice talking to you.’
And wished Happy New Year and gave a hug to
This Russian Girl I met on the train

She said, ‘wish me luck’.
She must be going for an interview or something
‘Good luck to you’
I said and parted from
This Russian Girl I met on the train

I missed her whole day.
‘Damn!’ I said to myself.
I didn’t ask her name nor gave mine.
Alas, it wasn’t meant to be.
I just have sweet face and 20 minute’s sweet memories of
This Russian Girl I met on the train.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

My Favorite Pictures

These photos are the ones I like and I am hoping the viewer of my blog will like too.















This rose was facing morning sun. You can also see a bug there. I must confess this picture was taken with my cellphone camera.


















Rhododendron. The sun was shining from top right side.

















This picture shows sense of motion (my son walking ). The technic is 'panning' - here you rotate yourself waist upwards with the focus on the subject.

















Here I tried to freeze the fall of my glasses by prior manual focus and high f-speed

















I tried to catch the various colors of fall. I wish the pole was not there.



















One day I was going to work. There was a dense fog that morning and I saw this empty parking lot. I was so compelled to take a picture that I returned to home, picked up my camera and took the photo.

















Showing motion - Again freezing motion of the flow of water from faucet using fast f-speed

















Showing motion - of the flow of water from faucet using slow f-speed

















Rose in my back yard

















Last Christmas, I saw this lighted sleigh of Santa Claus with Reindeer on roof of our neighbor. Of course, I used tripod to steady my camera.

















You might wonder how I shot this one - I took it from quite a high floor of a tall building using slow f-speed and moving camera over the traffic, at night

















I took this portrait of my brother using selective focus and widest aperture