Pardon Me

   Pardon Me

 

 Begg I, Your pardon

for posting such obnoxious fun

peeping out from my memory bank

that as obscene and vulgar, some may rank

involving classmates who studied with me together

staying for five years in one hostel at our Alma-mater

In our adolescence with freedom, plenty

developing our way of communicating slangy but witty

caring a fig for their acceptability in society

they were meant only to make our tensions, scanty

and to vent our passions of a youth lying latent

to many, they may be funny frenzy and indecent.

The naughty deeds and words of friendship

after decades of separation in us, flip.

Midday visit for the adult movie in the hot sun

to midnight search for a hot book for fun

bunging from class and skipping study sessions

were driven and inflamed by teenagers’ passions

Among classmates there prevailed intimacy and frankness

Thus we friends know more than others on each other’s weaknesses.

Accepted those we, even after our stay at the institution

staying afar across the globe in close coordination.

Even after decades at this advanced age when we meet

with our old slangy language, each other, we like to greet

flying back to those days, golden

to lessen our present-day worries with fun.

Any decent greeting suiting to our chars occupied then

are considered abnormalities in the greeter’s brain

Despite this with apology bring, I out some from memory lane

the amusing incidents stored in me, those never wane

Still, I feel thrills in my right elbow

that received Samant’s passionate kisses six decades ago

when it touched by chance in the college corridor

 the scarf of  a junior girl student’s bodily cover

Then girl students were few and far between

that explains, what then did Samant's kisses mean?

Samant and the girl from the path of this life have been swept away

but cherishing memories still in me vibrantly play.

The revenge by reverberation thus here I dwell

by friends Rama, Prabhat, Sisir, and Manu together’s tale

In an evening stroll in between the college and workshop corridor

with none around the areas used to be under silence and darkness cover

recollecting the hardship and the day-long torture

in classrooms and workshops, the buildings harbor

since the days of our seniors

to the hammering of merciless professors

  standing as a mute witness to the fun

deserved to be told

how do in us the commotions run

to ventilate the message of our retribution.

Conferred they in silence for a resolution.

Sisir proposed an idea,, innovative

accepted well by accompanying friends, contemplative

“To listen to reverberations of a slangy sound

 by hurling vulgar shouts at the buildings, around.

Shouted Prabhat, the name of a girl student all of a sudden.

The intricacy of the word needs no explanation

Vulgarities in concentered   forms got the revelation

hunger and thirst of passion of youth lying hidden.

The obscene of an incident of buttock squeezing,

with many juvenile vulgarities in me, ring

Recollect I often, with fun the scene, live

Rakshit and Mishra Mre, you please forgive

as the incident of buttock squeezing involving you two

it is the expression of true intimacy of true friendship in my view.

The squeezing of the buttock in an august classroom

the future chairman, that it was supposed to groom

in the proximity of a fearsome professor

like a deer in the mouth of a yawning tiger

uis a feat we talk and discuss always

with feelings and provocative causes in us blaze.

if it would have caught the professor’s eye

the erring student would have been crushed like a fly.

The setup of the scene runs thus

when our dear Rakshit made a fuss.

To a complex problem, the professor needed a solution

challenging the class

he was sure it would be solved by none

Mishra solved it for a solution

rushed to the professor to build up an impression.

Front row near the professor’s dais

is a coveted place for some but hell to most of us.

To occupy the front bench rarely there is a competition

as they are for flatterers in the other mates’ opinion

as they vie to exhibit their sincerity

being at professors’ proximity.

but I felt otherwise

darkness prevails near the candle says wise

as focuses at the back the surveillance eyes of the professor

as at the backbenchers, being less attentive to class, always chatter.

Rakshit was occupying the front row

while Mnishra was exhibiting his proud show,

During Mishra’s display to the professor on the solution

his buttock was squeezed by Rakshit repeatedly with nefarious fun

to full view of  all classmates

taking them to embarrassing states

they had to close their lips tightly to resist loud laughter

as that would irate the moody professor.

Mishras must have dual feelings at the front and back

professor at the front, behind the vulgar attack.

Aftermath the discussion

brought out many a contemplation

Rakshit’s experimentation out of his petition

questioning the partialities of God’s provoking creation

God is a miser in some places and in places generous

observing these in cine magazines on heroine's voluptuous

Rakshit wanted a feel of it but at the wrong place

A tale with its many interruptions in me till now blazes,

 

P K Routray

in the service of the Lord