Friday, May 02, 2008

the bard: a song about me

a barely awake mother heard her child transform into a bard.

she crooned, a knitted brow and puckered lips, with emotion:
main kya karoon,
main kya karooooooon, (more emotion and a higher pitch here)
main kya karoon,
main thak gayi

what do i do,
what do i doooooooooo,
what do i do
i am so tired

a bard: a professional poet, employed to compose eulogies for his lord. If the employer failed to pay the proper amount, the bard would then compose a satire.

So what was this? a eulogy or satire?

and if my angst is already getting translated to song, do we have an artist in the making? and will i have no place to hide my face after this?

a mirror to the future: famous artist sanah says, and i quote, my work revolves around my mother's constant complaining. i try and take her whining and transform it into a polemical discussion on the immense capacity to crib..........................



Space Bar said...

:D i wish someone had recorded that!

Itchingtowrite said...

btw, i had posted th wrong rcipe- pls re check - nepali chicken recipe

dipali said...

That is so cute:)

eve's lungs said...

Maybe the bard was serenading you ?! :P

SUR NOTES said...

space bar: i wish i had. i have not filmed her since she was one!!! lazy lazy mom!!!

itchingtowrite: checked recipe. thanks. did not try it over the weekend -fresh fresh pomfret beckoned instead!

dipali: am not going to tell you about the verses she keeps adding to this one! its like a microphone attached to all my cribbing!

eve's lung: :)