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Another piece from Target, Feb1995...

Here are the pages from Target, Feb 1995, where these two pieces were published:

Sixteen Years and No Two Ways About it AM poems Target Feb 1995

And here's the other verse...

Sixteen long years ago
On a fine Thursday of November
A day of which I little know
But my parents certainly remember

First sight of light, first breath of life
A wail-- good,loud and clear
Beginning or ending of my strife?
The answer is still obscure

Forevery day and every year
That has rolled past since then
Has been an oblivion of fear
Till perhaps the age of ten.

After ten, my life cleared a bit
And things began to make sense
The jigsaw pieces started to fit
In the puzzle of life that's immense!

Teenage life-- much awaited
Seemed to promise many thrills
And of course, it goes without being said
Of fun, I've been having my fill

Now I see myself grow
Accepting responsibilities
Trying to learn what I most need to know
My weaknesses and capabilities

I talk of sixteen years of strife
That seems a long time, I know
But is really just a fraction of life
When there's so much more to go!

Words of Pain

My daughter was very close to someone, until the other girl suddenly moved on.....I stood by, watching my daughter suffer. She had to go through this on her own, and grow by the experience. (We had tried to warn her about the other girl's selfishness, but she wouldn't hear a word, loyal friend that she was.)

This was published in Target, the children's magazine, so I can reproduce it. It was February 1995; she was all of sixteen...

I was always there for you
Whenever you needed someone
Through trying times and trouble
When you were in pain...
To share your sorrows....
I don't understand now
How you can forget that I'm there
And run off to someone else
Passing by me as though I don't exist.
So you need me only in times of strife
That I may comfort you
But when it comes to sharing happiness
It's not me you want
When I need someone--where are you?
Not with me...you don't even know
Nor do you care about what I feel
When you are with me, you are so full of yourself
And your problems that I try to help you with
That you never stop to notice my thoughts...
I never did matter, I suppose;
If I go away, would you miss me?
Or just find someone else?
You couldn't miss me for what I am
Because you don't know what I really am.
What I *am* is your friend..but it's not *friendship* we share...
For *that* is a two-way street.

My daughter's Shakespeare verse....

When she was young, my daughter regularly wrote for a children's magazine called Target, which was a very good magazine (however, it later became very urbanized and westernized and I wonder if it still exists... I know Tinkle is one magazine that is still going strong here.)

Here's her effort to write like Shakespeare..that's the page, followed by the text...this was written in August 1995, when she was fourteen years old...

Tragedy of Education AM poem Target Aug 1995 231107

Everyone is familiar with Shaekspeare. In fact, students studying for the Indian Certificate of Secondary Education and the Indian School Certificate have the pleasure of studying one of his plays.

As an ISC student, I was forcing myself, during the holidays, to stay away from the sun and the cloudless skies. Tying myself to my study table, I began my attempt at making sense of "Twelfth Night". Each line I read only confirmed my belief that the great man found time to pursue his literary activities just after either his daily exercise (which must've included standing upside down) or after his weekly "Headbanger's Ball", both of which would ensure that the contents of his head were not quite in perfect order at the time.

After little more than a page, the contents of my head seemed to me to be in very similar shape to those of his when he began writing the play. In other words, I was all set(like the great man himself) to pen my own deathless lines.

Taking inspiration from the Arden edition of Shakespeare, I wrote something for Target which includes references and footnotes. Without which, like the real thing, it would seem nonsensical...


Act XII, Scene I

1 Marry, 'tis but the black pages
That keep mine hungry feet from
Th' element
4 O, but if mine wanton hands could but sense those curves of carrot hue
And soar 't above the eyes of all
For 't but to sink again
7 Semblative any piece on this greedy ground, compassed by the fishy circle
8 And the ring repeated till rest required


1 Marry, 'tis but...: Yes/Alas

black pages: It is studies. Black refers to the colour of the print and the pun is on black being a colour of mourning or evil.

Hungry feet: longing/yearning (to set the feet upon), for wanting

Element : The earth, ground or the field

4 Wanton hands : As in hands that want

Sense: Hold, touch

Curves of carrot hue: Sphere of orange colour, i.e. basketball

Soar: Throw up high

Above the eyes: May refer to both "high up" and "with all eyes on it".

Sink : Fall

7 Semblative: OED (Old English Dictionary) definition as "similar to/ like"

Piece: Any object

Greedy ground: Alliteration. Reference is to gravity due to which the Earth lets nothing go (Rf. Greedy). "Greedy" may be a modification of the word gravity.

Compassed: Encircled by

Fishy Circle Refers to fishermen's nets..netted ring, i.e., basketball hoop

8 ring: Cycle/Process

Ring repeated till rest required: This fine piece of alliteration suggests that the process is repeated till it becomes too tiring to continue.


It made me laugh then, and it makes me laugh now...