August | 2015 | Ramu Das

Kill him and cut him, and he will make you cry
Rightly so, madam, if you end his story,
He, too, will make you feel sorry.
And you get no pardon till your tears run dry.

For the price of onion I’d gladly drink more wine,
And then life, my dear, would just be fine, oh so fine.
But you want onion and tons of onion
For every occasion you bring him on and on.

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In Indian kitchens, onions are as essential as salt in curry (I am exaggerating a little, but it is essential nonetheless). With the soaring prices of onion in the wholesale market, the retail price has risen so much as to make a hole in our – or, at least, in my – savings.

I am a seeker of knowledge,
Wherever it flies I grab
And the more I know;
How little I have known, I realize.

Those who know look so plain,
So simple and humble,
That you won’t believe
They know anything at all.

The knower know what they know
They believe in what they believe,
And till their last breath
They live by their values and principles.

On the other hand, there are some
Who think they know what they do not know
And claim to have mastered
Things which are fantastic, just out of the world!

A foreigner to a vast land
Will from one instance generalize the whole,
But a native knows the true story,
And this knowing makes all the difference.

A Thinking Man