A MAGNUM OPUS…. on song

   Every nation is oft blessed with talented people, 

  They excel, but, differ in discipline or principle,

  Our nation too is no exception, indeed so rich,

  Have indeed no parallels, in terms of many such. 

 Music, neither has borders nor has a boundary, 

 An art nonpareil, differs, excels in every territory,  

 Classical art, Indians pride its ancestral heredity,  

  In Purandara  Dasa’s domains lies its history.

  One such Mozart, of our land, did reign supreme, 

  Was the renowned queen of international fame, 

  An unchallenged doyen of the Carnatic scheme ,

  M.S, is so often remembered than her full name.

 A humble beginning to the music at age seven, 

 A public concert all at the tender age of eleven  

 Tutelageutelage Chemmangudi, the Great,so preen .  

 And Pandit Vyas, defining this princess to queen.

 Thus the Saga of this great singer, set to flourish,  

 With full devotion, and purity, that we oft cherish,  

 Chanting many Hymns, we all wish to remember.   

 Indeed are immortal, from dawn to dusk, forever.

 Mellifluous in voice, unbelievable, while in spate, 

Suprabhatham, reigning the dawn of the deity,  

Hills of Tirupati and everywhere do reverberate.

Bhavayami, Bhaja govindam, with top priority.

 Rajaji’s lyrics were spotless, she did with ease.

 About the invincible Lord, inevitably all in praise,

Mahatma, insisting for the “Hari thum” Bhajan, 

Be sung by her, its history speaks time and again.

“Queen of music”, our Pandit Nehru nicknamed her,

 Indeed, she rendered her voice for the world peace,

In U.N Assembly, all stood as one, to applaud her.   

The first Indian musician to win the coveted place.

 Was humble as ever, fame in steep rise again,   

 Humility personified, donating time and again, 

Title deeds, copy rights all donated for charity, 

Magsaysay award crowning her with impunity.

 Magnificently dressed in an ever pleasing attire.

 Kanchipuram blue silk was her sprightly affair. 

Symbolized MS blue, to be named hereinafter.

Bindi, the sparkling diamond stud, add the flair.

 Padma awards garlanded, Bharat Ratna crowned, 

Her smiling charming face, yet Hymns continued,

Thy voice, we all wish to go miles to be cherished, 

We are proud to be an Indian, we bow before you.

 

A  WAR ON TABLE, FOR A PEACEFUL VICTORY

[A CHAMPION MOVE FOR A CHAMPION’S MOVE]

Chess, the king of all indoor games hits the news column this week,

This brain game beholds a special place in the world everywhere,

Fifteen centuries ago ,our nation was the birthplace of this game,

Returns to the cradle, for an Olympiad, rejoicing a celebrity status.

 

Thirty two pieces, hold the cynosure on a sixty four square board,

Resembles a warfront, the two kings, a fight indeed so prestigious ,

Whole set of brigades, fighting  the war for their king and nation,

Soldiers, horses, elephants, commanders, aid the powerful queen.

 

Shrewd movements, outwit the opponents to upset the rhythm,

Every piece has a motive in its movement, to protect their king,

Trap the opponent king, out winking the other pieces is the aim,

Check the other king and win or a stalemate if  chances are bleak.

 

In real life too chess has many implications, in politics, in particular,

Hoodwink your opponents, trapping them, to check their way out.

Move the pieces, make the best out of the move to win the battle,

Right move at the right time, to garner the glory in the political war.

 

None can forget the matches of Fischer and Spassky of yesteryears

Our nation too had  champion like this, in our Visvanathan Anand

Thirty two pieces have more moves and feats to tell us this time,

We hope this Olympiad is set to bring more, with a new champion.

 

 

HUNDRED NOT OUT.. I AM STILL BATTING

  ~ Autobiography of Insulin   [P.S: Islets= has beta cells that secrete hormone]

 

Lend me thy ears and eyes, Oh! my fetal  life for you all on show

One in eleven in the world, Diabetes, a fact too good to be true,

From days immemorial, this giant killer has no parallels till now,

Research points the pancreas, the prime factor of the real woe.

 

Islets go dry, auto immune or inherited, failing in its prime duty

Children suffered a lot, no means to control rising blood glucose,

Death in first two decades of lives, oft uninvited, turns up for duty

Ligated pancreatic duct in dogs, dead gland’s sap was of no use.

                                                                                            Banting, this doctor just out of medical school, did see the plight,

Dissuaded by his mentor, allowed his assistant to join the fight,

Thought differently, he let islets cells too in ligation in foresight

Banting and Best scripted my gene, I geared up for a regal exit.

   

Many a dog in sacrifice, a new sap ready for test on a boy of teen

He was dying, the juice did world of good, got better all the same,

Adverse scenes from the impure sap, thoughts all set in revision,

Refined process saw my birth from islets, hence I got my name.

                                                    

I could at last give rebirths to many young diabetics with impunity,

Their life extended by many a decade, I felt pride in my discovery

My arrival changed the scenario, the world rejoicing relentlessly,

Diabetics had a renaissance with my birth, needing me endlessly. 

In diabetic emergencies, the clinicians seek my presence eagerly,

Sighing with relief in diabetic coma, and ever in a surgical remedy,

I had grown up in your midst, still young to serve you with dignity,

Scored a century of years, a coveted feat in medical discovery.

I am undefeated, indefatigable, going strong with all my cousins,

Serving the diabetics with pride, enhancing their lifespan encore,

On my centenary year, I am still a humble hormone in your islets,    

Will come out from factory, if thy inputs are poor, thy needs more.