Our Friends’ Duo

Our Friends’ Duo

P K Routray

 

 

Prelude

 

 

Das Ranjit or Das Ranjan

Dash Ashok had a confusion

over a WhatsApp communication

sharing the Exnalconians’ tension

over the health of their dear R K Das

reigning the hearts of the nalconian mass

even after decades of his retirement

a true nitranian’s aura with camphor’s scent.

Ashoka needed a confirmation

to clear the blur of his obscured vision

masked by five decades of separation

confiscated by the countless paths trodden

by his classmates in their pursuit for a profession

to serve their families, his society and his nation.

just before his classmates’ mass prayer

complying to his beatific view it delivers the wonder.

Then thus I was made to ponder over

at our septuagenarian memory power.

On our entry as fresher at our Alma-mater

within hours of meetings friends we could remember

from their nick names to names with surnames proper

encompassing all the details enthusing to a teenager.

The five years of togetherness at our Alma-mater

upgraded us to script the history of one another.

To update it with time was our parting determination

keeping track of history adding geography with communication.

But the cruel wheels of time drifted us away from one another

excepting a few friends rugged enough thus to dishonor.

Gradually memory hazed to retain friends in its frame

with geography over age vanished his history and name

as Ashok with his long saintly association

sure with celibacy and the Himalayan meditation

divinized and destined for a sure liberation

shunning his nefarious friends’ next birth association,

out of all had forgotten the friends duo Ranjit and Ranjan

from the first day at the college till date are a true companion.

Ashok’s query was awkwardly knocking my brain/

Refrained them I to peep in my memory lane

till the confirmation of Ranjit’s full recuperation

confirmed by his warm WhatsApp revelation.

Now here are they and beg their pardon to say

for my friends in my elementary novice way.

 

 

Epilogue

To keep control over an energetic Cuttack boy

or to provide nourishment to his mother’s joy

with his brother at Rourkela Ranjan had to stay

as Ranjan’s parents thought that way.

Then the teenager Ranjan had no power to say.

Hence Ranjan was a day scholar from the first day

but the friends in the hostel on him had a spell

that homemade butter of mother could not quell.

With Ranjit, Sidhu, Sidharta he enjoyed the hostel days

his late return on pleas of lesson he must have evaded frays.

But his performance influenced Sidhu’s parents

Sidhu left us from the hostel to make amendments.

Practically Ranjan was a regular hostel boarder

one among Ranjit, Sidhu, sidharta Pradipta kumar.

Skipping on their early life’s journey, a detailed narration

drip here I a few drops fisted out from their crafted ocean.

Be quiet to listen, they are bonded with a sweet relation

that nuptial nut of Ranjit with Ranjan’s cousin brought on.

After a decade long journey since graduation

they were posted fifteen kilometer away on their new position.

Though Each family stayed in own township

for decades their joint Sunday sessions they did never skip.

A true Nitranian bondage blessed by the divine wishes

Ranjit at Bhubaneswar Ranjan at Mumbai now flourishes/

Their weal and woes, hour to hour they communicate,

the distance, age and ill-health them cannot separate

 

 

Ranjan had his ailments well treated at Mumbai

for his health sake to Mumbai he cannot tell a goodbye.

On my mobile call to get me rejuvenated for my day

both of them enamored me with the tone of their say.

Ranjan was playing with his grandson as his companion

enjoying it more than. in BRAC his general manager position.

At times he must have been acting as a horse or a lion

to keep happy his whimsical grandson away from his weapon

a loud burst bringing out the best of his prayer

to keep his CMD happy that Ranjan applied never.

But the joy in embarrassment now begets him adventurous pleasure

We, his classmates vie his grandson for Ranjan’s attention

with prayer for the health and happiness to his family and grandson..

Thanks to the grace of the Lord

Ranjit of the present element is fully cured.

Ranji with his usual youthful laughter

convalescing speedily he is surely better.

Interrupted we our WhatsApp call

he has to conserve energy for his grandson’s brawl.

Flashed before me some enviable comments

on the conversation of vocational girl students;

Ranjit’s grace had on them a hypnotized spell

as time has not inflicted the geography of his physical shell.

Ranjan at BRAC and Ranjit at NALCO did nitranians proud

Hey friends duo! we acknowledge it with heads bowed.

The hazards on the job braved you as a young man

now roars out they in the ferocious form in y our aging organ/

We pray the Lord to bless you with happiness and health

We are proud. You both are our rare celestial wealth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our Friends’ Duo

P K Routray

 

 

Prelude

 

 

Das Ranjit or Das Ranjan

Dash Ashok had a confusion

over a WhatsApp communication

sharing the Exnalconians’ tension

over the health of their dear R K Das

reigning the hearts of the nalconian mass

even after a decade of his retirement

a true nitranian’s aura with camphor’s scent.

Ashoka needed a confirmation

to clear the blur of his obscured vision

masked by five decades of separation

confiscated by the countless paths trodden

by his class mates in their pursuit for a profession

to serve their families, his society and his nation.

just before his classmates’ mass prayer

complying to his beatific view it delivers the wonder..

Then thus I was made to ponder over

at our septuagenarian memory power.

On our entry as fresher at our Alma-mater

within hours of meetings friends we could remember

from their nick names to names with surnames proper

encompassing all the details enthusing to a teenager.

The five years of togetherness at our Alma-mater

upgraded us to script the history of one another.

To update it with time was our parting determination

keeping track of history adding geography with communication.

But the cruel wheels of time drifted us away from one another

excepting a few friends rugged enough thus to dishonor.

Gradually memory hazed to retain friends in its frame

with geography over age vanished his history and name

as Ashok with his long saintly association

sure with celibacy and the Himalayan meditation

divinized and destined for a sure liberation

shunning his nefarious friends’ next birth association,

out of all had forgotten the friends duo Ranjit and Ranjan

from the first day at the college till date are a true companion.

Ashok’s query was awkwardly knocking my brain/

Refrained them I to peep in my memory lane

till the confirmation of Ranjit’s full recuperation

confirmed by his warm WhatsApp revelation.

Now here are they and beg their pardon to say

for my friends in my elementary novice way.

 

 

Epilogue

To keep control over an energetic Cuttack boy

or to provide nourishment to his mother’s joy

with his brother at Rourkela Ranjan had to stay

as Ranjan’s parents thought that way.

Then the teenager Ranjan had no power to say.

Hence Ranjan was a day scholar from the first day

but the friends in the hostel on him had a spell

that homemade butter of mother could not quell.

With Ranjit, Sidhu, Sidharta he enjoyed the hostel days

his late return on pleas of lesson he must have evaded frays.

But his performance influenced Sidhu’s parents

Sidhu left us from the hostel to make amendments.

Practically Ranjan was a regular hostel boarder

one among Ranjit, Sidhu, sidharta Pradipta Kumar.

Skipping on their early life’s journey, a detailed narration

drip here I a few drops fisted out from their crafted ocean.

Be quiet to listen, they are bonded with a sweet relation

that nuptial nut of Ranjit with Ranjan’s cousin brought on.

After a decade long journey since graduation

they were posted fifteen kilometers away on their new position.

Though Each family stayed in own township

for decades their joint Sunday sessions they did never skip.

A true Nitranian bondage blessed by the divine wishes

Ranjit at Bhubaneswar Ranjan at Mumbai now flourishes/

Their weal and woes, hour to hour they communicate,

the distance, age and ill-health them cannot separate.

Ranjan had his ailments well treated at Mumbai

for his health sake to Mumbai he cannot tell a goodbye.

On my mobile call to get me rejuvenated for my day

both of them enamored me with the tone of their say.

Ranjan was playing with his grandson as his companion

enjoying it more than. in BRAC his general manager position.

At times he must have been acting as a horse or a lion

to keep happy his whimsical grandson away from his weapon

a loud burst bringing out the best of his prayer

to keep his CMD happy that Ranjan applied never.

But the joy in embarrassment now begets him adventurous pleasure

We his classmates vie his grandson for Ranjan’s attention

with prayer for the health and happiness to his family and grandson...

Thanks to the grace of the Lord

Ranjit of present element is fully cured.

Ranji with his usual youthful laughter

convalescing speedily he is surely better.

Interrupted we our WhatsApp call

he has to conserve energy for his grandson’s brawl.

Flashed before me some enviable comments

on the conversation of vocational girl students;

Ranjit’s grace had on them a hypnotized spell

as time has not inflicted the geography of his physical shell.

Ranjan at BRAC and Ranjit at NALCO did nitranians proud

Hey friends duo! we acknowledge it with heads bowed.

The hazards on the job braved you as a young man

now roars out they in a ferocious form in y our aging organ/

We pray the Lord to bless you with happiness and health

We are proud. You both are our rare celestial wealth.

 

 

(N .B – We are now all over seventy years Ranjan and Ranjit and Ashok are our classmates in engineering at REC Rourkela from 1965 to 1970. This [poem is dedicated to my batch mates.REC is now known as Nit hece her students are known as NITRAN.BRAC and NALCO where Ranjan and Ranjit superannuated at the age of sixty)