Tata Nano – the Car for All!
A car quite big and yet so small!
A car that’s meant for people all;
More than a two-wheeler in cost,
The Tata Nano is quite fast.
A magic car that’s safe on road;
A car that all can well afford;
Small family norm car today,
The Tata Nano’s on its way!
A car that’s caught the eyes of all;
A car that none could ever stall;
A car that’s found a place in hearts;
A car that easily too starts!
A beauty that all wish to drive,
The little car has come alive;
The Tata Nano is famous,
And modern car for all of us!
Dream-car of many that’s come true;
The car for young, old, me and you;
The car that could be number one,
The Tata Nano is great fun!
Dedicated to Mr. Rattan Tata
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-12-2009
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Shuffle Ball Change
No desires today,
Do I have...
To do a shuffle ball change.
Are you kidding?
I made a mistake in my tap dance class,
To ask the instructor Ms Phyllis Stone...
What purpose did that have in 'my' routine?
That was in 1951 or '2'.
Well...
Ms Stone was determined I would find that purpose.
On Westland Street.
In Hartford, Connecticut.
Every lesson...
She made me do that shuffle ball change to perfection.
And also helped developed my taste,
For respecting those in teaching positions.
I could not 'stand' them!
But I listened with zipped lips.
There was a number assigned to enlisted men,
When connected to the military.
That number is in my head.
And I can recite that just as quickly...
As my feet can deliver that shuffle ball change.
Seriously.
Some impressions are meant to stick and never leave.
'Uh...er..Mister Pertillar?
Feet!
Move them.
You're not finished.
Unless I say you're finished.
Ana 1 ana 2 ana 3...ana 4...
Tata tata...tata tata...'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Merry Christmas Song
Merry Christmas to The Lord
Merry Christmas To The O LOrd
Families and friends will come together to joy
The past restricted paths will come together to cross
The enemies together as if there has never been amomg them because the name of Jesus Christ
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH TETATA TATA TARARA TARARA RAH
TATA TATA TATATATAT- TATAH - TEH TARARA TARARA TARA TAH TATETATA? TARARA TARARA TERARERA
Merry Christmas to The Lord
Merry Christmas To The O LOrd
Families and friends will come together to joy
The past restricted paths will come together to cross
The enemies together as if there has never been amomg them because the name of Jesus Christ
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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Miniature
Small talk
Little work
Nano smile
Feeble leaf
Tiny insects
And Things
In Miniature
With immense power
Can cure
The hills of ills
Dispelling
Despair
Can create conducive atmosphere
Joy and pleasure
Worth to live
In small
Rather than
In huge
And big
The waters
Of The oceans
Can not
But a little
Drop of tears
Can wash
The dirt
Of your heart.
Million of dollars
Can not
But the face
Of a little baby
Can fill
Your life ….
Where
Huge and large
Fail
There succeeds
A nano smile
The whole universe
Can not
But a little affection and care
A tiny wish and prayer
Can bring you
The meaning
Of life
poem by Abdul Wahab
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When He Left
Hi mom, it’s me
The littlest boy
I went to war today
I don’t know if I’ll return
Pray for me
For someone to keep me safe
Don’t I look good in uniform?
My blue cap too.
Will my uniform get dirty?
Ripped and torn, with blood?
Will I be a hero?
Will I have the courage to save someone’s life?
Would I have the courage to lose my own?
I’m scared but I’m proud
To know I belong to you
I tried to look serious
And all grown up
But inside I’m scared
I love you
You must know you brought me up well
Now, goodbye don’t cry
For if you do I know I will
I love you
Your son
poem by Tata Drummer360
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Tribute to J N Tata on his birthday 3 Mar 2011
Business is meant for
Wealth generation only
This deep-rooted adage
Was shaken and thrown off gear
This day in 1839
When Nusserwanji Tata
Was born in Navsari of Gujarat
It was a differently bright
And quite a colourful dawn as
It marked the beginning of
Socially-considerate
Industrialization in India
The country leaders were
In a struggle for political freedom
At the time when Tata grew
And was mature enough
To take a lead
He thought politically freed
India should also turn
Economically independent
And technically advanced
His gnawing desire and cherished vision
Was an economically strong
And technologically sound
Independent India
He knew also how to make it happen
The only way was
To make India industrialized
And to make Indians trained in technology
Winning independence may be difficult
But not impossible
But, holding on to that is possible only if
Adequate economic foundation is ensured
And with scientifically tutored man power
To pillar that democratic mansion
Business’s live-wire is wealth generation, no doubt
But its life preserver is the
Support of the people around
Who directly or indirectly
Helped the business establish and run
He professed
Sharing of
Generated wealth with neighbourhood
Is an essential component of business
He introduced this
So far little known theme in business
What not he did
For the nation
To make it grow in the real sense
Establishing industries
Educational institutions
And formatting schemes for
Flow of wealth
Into the welfare of the
Needy common man in
Nearby areas of his business sites
Words turn inadequate and short
In praising this tall
One-man planning commission
His contribution towards
Employee welfare is remarkable
And far ahead of his times
Provident fund schemes
Profit-sharing bonus concepts
Medical care to his workmen
Are only a few in the list
Environmentally conscious Tata
Sowed the seed for
Compensatory afforestation way back in 1904
When he wrote to the Commissioner of Central Province
Expressing his reclamation plan by planting trees
Compensating the loss of green
If it happened they cleared vegetation
While doing a prospecting operation
And Indian Parliament enacted Forest Act in 1980
We can keep on telling many, many things
About this great visionary
On this day marking his 172nd birth anniversary
Let us take pride
In being associated with the
Efforts towards realizing his dreams
And let us resolve and reaffirm our commitment
To keep this legacy up and high
And we will do everything to
Uphold the status of Tata Steel as a company
For others to emulate
In employee and neighbourhood welfare
In staunch business ethics
In safe, sustainable, environment-friendly ways of working
And in compassionate corporate governance
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Today in the era of globalization there is no such issue as borders between states of the same nation.
quote by Fatos Nano
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All Are Precious
Every child’s, a precious one!
Every spouse, a precious one;
Every sibling, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Every parent’s, a precious one!
Every student’s, a precious one!
Every teacher, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Every worker’s, a precious one!
Every inmate, a precious one;
Every colleague, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Every person’s, a precious one!
Every life, a precious one;
Every soul, a precious one;
For, most have small, a family norm!
So, take all care of every life,
And don’t take undue risks at all;
Life’s most precious thing on earth;
For, most have small, a family norm!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 24-10-2010
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Roro's birthday
they strong men hauled
the videoke box on top of the hill
where the nipa hut stands
and they all connect the wires
beside the natural spring of water
and then Roro sits beside his
birthday cake and they all
sing
happy birthday dear son.
in a minute the roasted pig
turns into a makeshift
of bones
and then Tata and her mother
begins to dance
the chacha.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A freedom fighter
A respected man he is
A loved man he is
For his doings, for what he did
Yes he is a freedom fighter
He never stood and watched
He was part of them
Those who had hearts for the innocent people
But in the end he was a leader
He was the one who was punished
Punished for the wonderful things he did for the people
He did them with his power
Now he earn the people respect
They love him he’s their hero
He fought for them
He fought for people’s freedom
Yes he is our freedom fighter
He never gave up no matter what
They never got him down no matter what they did
He stayed away from home and family
Living in locked house for 27 years
Almost his man time in Roben Island
He is South Africa’s father
He is Africa’s father
He is the world’s father
He is every one’s father, a loved father
He is our freedom fighter
A special dedication to:
Mr. Nelson Mandela
Tata
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Presek stvari u glavi
Kad vidim uspeh
Kad mi opet to dodje
Nebojsa ima svoj svet
On neguje svoju slobodu
I voli da motorom ode u prirodu
Bez kompleksa
Tata
Super je
Dete u meni
Tu neku vrstu duha
Pravog gledanja na svet
Kako dete gleda svet
Bez koristi
Ta fascinacija
I da sekundara nikad nije na svom mestu
Imam ljubav prema konjima
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If we follow the traditional way of thought, there will always be traditional enemies. Extremist circles from both sides will find causes to give rise to problems.
quote by Fatos Nano
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The Highway of Exce$$
The Highway of Exce$$
I'm just another failure
on the Highway of excess.
My children disrespect me,
and my wife is unimpressed.
These days a hundred thou$and
doesn’t get you very far.
I'm wearing last year's wardrobe
and I drive a pre-owned car.
My son's friends drive Mercedes
that their Daddy's dollars bought.
I bought my son a Nano.
Its an Indian import.
Ive got two kids in College
with tuition payments due.
Each year their teachers revise texts
And make you buy them new.
I dread the thirteenth of each month
When charge card bills arrive
They follow up with phone calls
To make sure I'm still alive.
I stimulate the economy
With cash I don't possess
I'm like Barrack Obama
On the highway of excess.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Love Me Half Ounce
I don’t wanna fight
I don’t wana race
Just want a little light
And in your heart a Nano space!
I don’t wanna grab
I don’t wanna pounce
Just wanna have you
Love me half ounce!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Alphabet Spaces
In my mind rambles
ideas which seek to unscramble
and grant me crystal clear consistency
but the more I try to wrangle
ideas about Physics and Religion
the more they metamorphosize
into same and similar.
The more I learn about anything
the less I know about the whole
of any and all disciplines;
so I succumb to debates about
T's and I's
while forgetting my alphabet.
For example, if I take my own name
and examine it minutely,
space and letter
nano-space by nano-space
I cannot ever
see a whole word or letter.
Therefore, I come away nameless and confused.
So if I wish to learn the whole
of any disciple or subject-area
I have learned
best not to get too smart about
the spaces between the alphabets.
Yet, and this my conundrum, no letter
is ever apparent
unless there are spaces between Alpha and Omega.
So, too, music is a relationship between the sound and the silences-
too much music or sound is ultimately just noise or silence.
So in my mind rambles all these inconsistencies-
what about yours?
So we have the letters of an alphabet, and the spaces in between the letters
which are necessary to understand the words they form and from these empty spaces in between, much like silence and sound form music.
From this relationship we form the words and ultimately sentences, but note sentences alone do not form coherent paragraphs or pages for that matter and ultimately a book.
So what is the moral here? Pay attention to the background as well as the foreground, the seen and unseen since only from these relationships can we glean, true meaning:
too much concentration on the latter, and we miss the meaning embedded in the former.
True creativity means we are versatile in both and it is also the perfect metaphor for the differences and similarities between Science and Religion.
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To Heaven On Foot
Ta.................Ta.................Ta..
My journey began a long time ago
how it began is unknown
in this journey I was born
where to go lies in
Ta..............Ta...............Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven.
Ts a long way to go
A life time ride by horse
through suns outstretched
to a land where
I find my own foot marks
telling me I have been here before
I am lost
perhaps the path lies in
Ta.............Ta.............Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven on foot
Ts a long way to go
a one day ride by time
if day be eternal,
A journey o'er that hurdle
I hope time offers me its saddle.
Ts still a long way to go
miles and miles above the skies
a dismayed try after all the tries
ts still a long way to go
to heaven on foot.
My feet has become heavy
lardened with the sound
of my foot steps
my mind is lost at the centre
of direction,
am lost at the centre of a compass
hesitant to haste
so I move slow, a still gas
the path lies in
Ta.............Ta............Ta
as I heard to heaven
on foot.
I have walked for a life time
I have walked at least to death's time
now before me
are woods of green
and songs of birds playing,
are dear birds flying happily to heaven?
My matildah has
but a compass,
so I unpack my soul
clean its feet and
Ta...............Ta.............Ta...
To heaven on foot.
To cut through these woods
To cut through the song
of the white ravine
To cut through a way
and pass through the raven
Is the misguided hope of angels,
fallen angels
so I shall walk and
will never get lost in
Ta.................Ta...................Ta
the thuds of my foot steps
as I head to heaven.
In these woods
that tree points north
that other tree points north
all of the trees point to north
but their posture
is dimantled in a still gesture.
They point north
with their leaves
but they dont march
to heaven's gates
they are just still, stagnant pasture,
I cannot feed
their direction I cannot follow
but
Ta.............Ta............Ta!
To heaven on foot
I go and nothing on my way
I forego.
If I at once be stranded
was told to trace
my way back
following my prints and my scent
back to birth back to heaven
for I am from heaven.
But all I stumble upon
are cries of a child,
will the noise lead me to that mild
and allowed heaven?
Or do I have to cry
as I walk to heaven?
Ta....Ta.......................Ta...Ta! ! !
Through hills and drowning in seas
on my way to heaven,
on foot.
Across plains and hills
my body, sweating profusely
and tracking in ice
through and through the chills
my body no longer sweating,
sweat is freezing on my body,
everywhere frost
and I am not lost
on my way to heaven
on foot.
Ta........Ta....................Ta...... Ta
I walk now
Ta...Ta.............Ta...Ta
I will walk then
TaTa............TaTa...
until I reach the gates
Ta..Ta..Ta.....................Ta...Ta.. .Ta! !
Increasing my pace and rates.
On my way to heaven on foot
On my way to heaven on foot!
poem by Chanda Mwenechanya
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Wafer
The Present: a nano-thin wafer wall
on which we wanderers waiver, stall
for time - waifs small on ant-heap tall -
soon turned to ashes spurned, shred shawl
on which we pile from fast Past’s dust,
rich dream state which maintains its thrall
to spell Man’s time-plan wherewithal -
framework contextual all-in-all.
This transient recorded scrawl
upon the wall of fate thus must
seem progam which can disinstall
itself when system crashes - fall
whose ripples often waterfall
from chaos and beginnings small -
an ore shawl for next cycle’s rust –
from an apparent free-for-all,
create conditions for long haul,
new ball-game to begin it all
again and open options call.
There is no suit, no overcall,
no certitudes test stand, no trawl
to net immortal treasure haul
reducing time's hands to a crawl,
no trumps to draw nor hand to bust,
no eth[n]ic insight to recall
Fate's finger witness to forestall
mortal misgivings’ babble brawl.
Time 's spin yin yang spurs Future’s ball
which strays yet heedless stays withal,
ever in need of overhaul.
We wonder why fate's fleet footfall
ignores far, near, star dear, fear, trust,
quite unconcerned with mortal pall,
oblivious to the rise and fall
of Man’s un-echoed caterwaul.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Burnt Out Words
Tryst with nano was like burning in hell.
Headless body of truth,
turning into invisible particles
flaunts an absent God.
The mist envelops a rag picker –
sleeping on the payment.
Hunger fresh grown will be served,
when sun rises.
Indelible ink an yellow pages
bearing the burden of unborn grief
inherits this globe, the ashes
of burnt out words.
poem by Satish Verma
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Shattered
A broken heart
Lays scattered;
Strewn shards of
Jagged sharp edges
Across a love
Worn field
Of egg shells
And land mines;
Clusters of time
In each piece
Mind recorded
Moments of
Loving bliss
Soul numbing
Ignorance
Overcome by
Lust;
Shattered in
Just one nano
Second
One fraction
Of one minute;
When your lips
Met hers
Instead of mine;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Pieces And Peace
if everyone
has his or her own
piece,
shelter,
food,
and every piece of drive
is
satisfied,
sleeping,
napping,
or dormant;
bingo!
a classical
peace,
an
oracle
that does not last.
but,
peace
is not only
a simple
drive,
a hormone,
a piece of chemistry,
a piece of history or geography, or
a piece of culture or a nano-culture.
piece is simply
moving from
threshold
to threshold
without awaken
the sleeping giant
of an ugly war.
war!
I mean
fight,
clashes,
fire,
words,
and all stirred in one boll.
so, choose
or gather
your piece,
pieces, and
peace,
for a beautiful
or an ugly war.
I still have my peace
in one piece,
in one word, and
in one hand,
no matter
how ugly or beautiful
your theatrical piece of war.
this is
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Hey Mr. DJ
(Van Morrison)
Listen Mr. DJ
Won't you play me something slow
Play me the songs
For the lonely ones
Play me something
That I know
Hey Mr. DJ
I'm in a sad mood tonight
Play me something just for me and my baby
Won't you make everything alright
I'm gonna turn it way down low
Leave it on all night long
Till the morning comes
Like my lover my friend until the end
And that special someone
Hey Mr. DJ
Play me Rainbow 66
'Cos I'm drifting like a ship out on the fog
And I just don't know what's coming next
Gonna turn it way down low
Leave it on all night long
Until the morning comes
For my lover my friend until the end
And that special someone
Hey Mr. DJ
Play me Rainbow 66
'Cos I'm drifting like a ship out on the sea
And I just don't know what's coming next
Well, Mr. DJ
I'm in a sad mood tonight
Play me something for me and my darling
Want you to make everything
Alright
La, ta. ta, ta, tata...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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