Rajabhau aka my blogger and FB friend Priyadarshan Kale,is a connoiseur of traditional Maharashtrian foods, an expert on where you get the best stuff, and often posts amazing photos of the foods on FB. He mostly drives to these places.
He recently flew Mumbai-Bengaluru on any early morning flight, possibly on an empty stomach.
He was tormented by the inability of the breakfast trolley , which appeared to be moving at snails pace across the rows, to reach him, way at the back of the plane.
And he desperately posted his hungry and angry status on FB.
This poem was posted in response and support ....
(Marathi and English versions side by side ....a new experiment)
Interesting attractive movements
high up in the sky,
of pre-planned smiles,
emerging from the innards
of a moving trolley,
servings and trays
of Upma, Vadas and toast.
stewing in the third-last row,
wakes up with a start ;
Plaintive pains in an abdomen,
emptily pining for Misal,
and a growing anger
against the airhostess.
The phone rings (it works in spicejet)
"Hi, hope you've had breakfast ....
Could have packed you
some sabudana khichadiif you had waited...."
leans back , eyes closed;
first his seat belt,
then his lips and teeth,
emptiness in his stomach
emptiness of Mumbai's potholes;
to his hungry fate,
"I should really follow
the Bhagwad Gita Philosophy;
Keep doing your work,
without thinking ofthe fruits of that labor..";
a small voice in his mind
pipes up and asks,
"Not even a small Meduwada ?".....