18 Oct 2017

Poem: Arrival

The feeling of arrival is but a fleeting one
Till the time it sinks in deep, it's time to return
Look around, my friend
They are all travellers like you
Happily believing they'll be at their destination
The feeling of arrival is fleeting, my friend
One day, all travellers must return home



-  The Last Nomad

17 Oct 2017

The Namesake | You Haven't Heard The Best Tales

As I was watching Mira Nair's The Namesake (2006) this weekend, there was one particular scene which struck me and is haunting me since then. I'll tell you why but before that, here's the scene.

It's where young Gogol and his father, Ashoke (Irrfan Khan), are on the stone walk at the Cape Cod beach and Ashima (Tabu) is watching them from a distance, standing near the car with her young daughter.

She says, "Don't go so far that I cannot see you! He is too little."

When Ashoke reaches near the end of the stone walk with Gogol, he's disappointed after realizing that he has forgotten the camera in the car. He says something like, "We forgot the camera. Now you will have to remember that we came here."

"How long do I have to remember?" asks Gogol.

"We will have to remember it, then." He tells Gogol, "Try to remember it always... remember that you and I made this journey, that we went together to a place where there was nowhere left to go."

So, on the last day of my trip, 6000+ miles away from home, as I am walking down the street which was cloudy until now suddenly I see spring arrive in its true sense. The street and trees which were all grey and dry are suddenly blooming and the sky is shining deep blue with sparse clouds.

I, the shutterbug, don't have a camera with me and the mobile phone is unable to capture the scale of the scene.

And then this dialogue from The Namesake starts in my head. Yes, it's true, the deep beautiful experiences we have will always go unrecorded.

We will have to remember them always, like Gogol.

The best tales haven't been told yet. They are the ones we all must live.


- The Last Nomad

3 Oct 2017

Poem: You are an Old Tree


You are but an old true
With roots gone deep and far
Breathing through every pore
Giving this earth fresh air

Don't deny it and be unfair
For hundeds of your sons and daughter
Are living on your arms in despair
But you assume you are a stupid human

Humans who drive axes on their own feet
No matter many a times you speak
Their mistakes they repeat
You'll come down to the ground if you pay no heed

Why do you horde so many fruits
And breathe heavy under their burden?
When you could give them all
And see your children dance with joy

But you'll succumb to your wants
As that's every miser's fate
Before you go at least once listen
You are but an old tree

- The Last Nomad