Best Technocrat Poems
Wonder, wander, list and lust
to learn anew until you bust.
Read, search, question and look
for paths you thought you never took.
A world awaits, new kingdoms come.
New skies, new roads, puzzles done.
Machines man made, a technocrat
to realize some oft-quoted stat.
Never too old, and not too late
to learn and learn for learning's sake.
So open heart and open mind
Seek on. Seek out. It's learning time.
Slippered Millionaires
This early morning, there was in early circulation in whatsapp, a form of social media...
A picture of a seated Steve Jobs, he of the era defining IPhone phenomena...
Emblazoned across this simple picture was a most interesting comment...
About the simplicity of the man who unleashed a digital world of entertainment. .
The comment was about this brilliant technocrat who singlehandedly defined this era...
It touches upon the simple ways this iconic man chose to downplay his enormous wealth ..
He flaunted not a single bit of his wealth, perpetually in blue jeans and displaying no wealth...
For Steve Jobs the man with 138billions to his name, there's no need for a Gucci belt....
No Armani suit, no D&G shoes, no Rolex watch and not a single piece of jewellery...
Yup for this man with billions to his famous name, the goal is to be rich not to look rich...
The trappings of power and wealth, these are for lesser men seeking to look so rich...
And back from where I come from, there are plenty of such self made millionaires. ...
They are regularly on their rounds about the town, simply dressed in shorts and slippers..
O yes, back there in yhat rustic small town, we have our slippered millionaires...
They are as friendly as you can possibly get, and they do not put on airs...
Yup, Steve Jobs will feel just right standing right among them...
But it does make someone like me, one of the unfortunate ones....
Wonder to no end, maybe I should feel like a million bucks...
Because dressing simple or casual, however you call it...
That is an easy one, t shirts and shorts, Japanese slippers...
Why, class of 75, there are plenty of them to be found there...
If we delay pushing back,
Telling others it is wrong to do that,
Putting on a hard hat,
Leaving a one bedroom flat,
Giving bodies less fat,
Chasing the money trail to a fat cat
Smelling a rat,
Going out to bat,
Getting rid of the weeds covering the welcome mat,
Reading the latest crime stat,
Giving a word to the wise, to a bureaucrat,
Making gangs scat,
Checking the thermostat,
Firing a technocrat.
If you can show me, how we will be ok if we don't start pushing back,
And just turn our back on all of that,
That the system will cope and we will all grow fat,
With no freedom being lost if we ignore all that,
That profit after tax will stay pat,
That everybody over 60 will still be able to bat,
That children will have no nightmares,
If we delay pushing back on most of that,
Then I will eat my hat.
jan2012
(Resolutions is a series of 6 poems . These are a tribute to Mr.Abhay Keni a technocrat, genius, philosopher and guide...above all a humble human being. All 6 volumes are a tribute to his simplicity and his way of life.)
This brand new year,
A voice inside me keeps whispering without any fear,
“You need to mend yourself now and here”
So please listen to me your inner voice and to transgress the path ahead be aptly clear.
Live such that the fear of death does not enter your heart,
Do deeds such that dear ones and friends from you never do part.
Live such that in the name of religion you hurt no one,
Respects other’s and demand yours be respected by everyone.
Live such as to love your life and perfect your life,
And always make attempts to beautify as many things as possible in this life.
Live such as to make your life long,
In the service of humanity, and also to correct many wrongs.
Live such so as to give a word or a salute when meeting a friend with grace,
Or passing a stranger in a lonely place.
Live such as to be able to respect everyone,
And try to grovel at none.
Live such as to arise at morn ,
To be able to give thanks for the joys of life, food ,health and for a human to be born.
Live such so as to abuse no one ,as it turns a wise into a fool
And robs the spirit of it’s vision and that really cruel.
Live such that when the time comes to die,
Don’t be like the people with hearts of fear and cry
But the one who will sing their own death songs,
And in them will give a message to all as to how in their life their joys prolong.
In the last small armed grip
Of trenchant technocrat underling
Dissolved with poison stripped from putrid earnings
Tree of life displayed is churning
Urging the virgin men to give up toiling
To hold the last ember burning
And lay down the sword of foolishness
Vanished this wet dream syndicate
As dizzy spells of archaic control no longer fool
The articulate minds of creative surging
Young bliss beings in the prime of the sun
We will have known the war over
It could never be won
No skin could transform in its light
So with might is right ethic
Duality must banish
From electric thoughts so composed
A repose gathering
Nature unstrangulated
Trees unmangled
Soft sand caressed
As lapping waves
Lead us toward sanity