Chennai To Nellai By Car
Propitiated dawn of the month'Aadi'
Declared 'open sesame' in brahminical way
Feeding the ancestral soarers ceremonially
After which
Hubby took me cabbed
To run onNH45 -NH7
Primarily amid time-eating Chennai traffic
Which tremored his whole of nerves
To rush fast past Chennai
Then to accompany a professional driver
At Viluppuram
Who drove crash-dash mode
To atone for the wasted hours
On a day of my fasting
Drastically to meet a 'break-down'
Past Tiruchi
Where time ate well two hours of sun
Which kept on bullying hubby dear and that driver
And while they were hunting for help
I resorted to deduct my abstinence to fifty percent
And started munching all the daughter-given fruits
And before hubby could crumble his anger between his teeth
A mechanic rescued reparing the car
And in the silent ordeal of delayed travelling
The trees-marathon compromised timely however
That a tamarind tree hosted meals under its shade
After which rest of our running
Bore a squat-recline sleeper snoring at the back seat
Which frightened me so darkened
To sit next to though-known driver
Who was witching the black NH7 running
Whizzingly up to Nellai
And on reaching home sleepy smiles slept
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Death Alley Driver
Rough and ready rider
In a supersonic sound machine
Rock and roll survivor
Chrome pipes between your knees
Running all the red lites
Your gonna make a dead stop
But you just cant see the signs
Oh - youll never win the race
But you cant give up the chase
Death alley driver
Living at high speed
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...who knows what you need
Death alley driver...
One hundred twenty five smokin on the turns
Always on the hit and run
But you never learn...
Running from the man... and youre running
From yourself
Another dirty angel heading straight to hell
Oh - youll never win the race
But you wont give up the chase
Death alley driver...
Live in overdrive...death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...ride to stay alive
Death alley driver...
Lets go
Red lights in the mirror
Danger on the band
Got to take a detour cause a road blocks up ahead
He takes you on the corner with a wave of his hand
Death is in the back seat of a big old black sedan
Oh - youll never win the race...
As you turn and see his face...
Death alley driver...
Movin for the kill
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver...
Time is standing still...
Death alley driver...
Always on the run cause youre a...
Death alley driver
Love the way it feels
Death alley driver...yeah
Death alley driver
Hell on wheels...
Death alley driver... ooh -
song performed by by Rainbow
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Madurai To Nellai By Bus
So much excitement over a bus ride
Had experiences though in my teens
Long after now from northern side
Madurai to Nellai southward on wheels
Colourfully odoured the bus-terminus at Madurai
Trying a faster pace myself behind husband
Roamed around sufficiently the many sundry
Caught the bus finally, me in pushed
Almost a bare bus.Thanked God
Possibly my teen bus was now stale
However felt jolly; Hubby too did
After decades old couple enjoying quite hale
The running bus metrically jolted us
Lapping meteoric curvetures shortly curtly
My musical mind enjoyed the meters
Hubby, his usual self of berating loudly
My usual self shirked him
Slicked a little aside
Evening crept in with a prayer hymn
Hubby, dozed with a slight slide
Night came yet not our destination
Started counting the stars seen out
Slowly fell asleep dreams woven
So far nowhere did the bus halt
Steadily whirred and whirred
Somewhere at the depth were we asleep
A sudden break, a sonorous horn stirred
Kovilpatti did the bus stop
There did I first fuss disturbed
Nudged me a vendor with a cut cucumber
' Nothing has yet changed 'I opined
'Since my teen time older'
Civics cremated by those vendors
Better to be cautious not to be diseased
Hubby got out of the bus
Just to be uncaged a while indeed
Our trip intermitted only once just
Happy hubby couldn't get out often
Lest would be mine a pulsating heart
Waiting in search off and on
So was our rare experience
Like some people sometimes try out
'A sovereign thrill of one's independence'
Safe at our Nellai such we felt
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Waiting For A Bus
We got the mother and the kids
we got the guy and his date
we all get mad
we all get laid
looks like somebody forgot about us
standin on the corner
waitin' for a bus
say hey mister driver man
don't be slow
cause I got somewhere I got to go
say hey mister driver man
drive that thing fast
my precious time keep slippin' past
lets call the mayor lets complain
looks like the city's done to us again
tied up in traffic what'ya know
the damn city bus moves so slow
I said hey mister driver man
don't be slow
cause I got somewhere I got to go
say hey mister driver man
drive that thing fast
my precious time keep slippin' past
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Bus Driver and Bella
Bella used to catch the bus from church gate;
Everyday took same bus which was never late.
Not to miss Bella, driver always reached in time;
Reaching office daily in time, Bella also felt fine.
On seeing her, the driver opened the front door,
She stepped forward smilingly and used to board.
He started feeling joy in heart, never felt before
Cherished in his soul, towards her he was lured.
Whenever not seen her, the driver became sad,
Moved slowly with grave soul feeling the day bad.
Suddenly she stopped coming but he held his time
Reaching the bus stop chanting her names’ rhyme.
When the bus was about to reach that bus stop,
The driver used to see all around but Bella was not.
After a long, Bella was seen standing near the stop
Driver delighted and thought for few words swop.
Driver at once opened front door, asked her to rush.
She too thrown sight and smiled; turned towards bus.
To surprise Bella kept outside and looking at him told
That she had got a car standing near that billboard.
She was waiting for her husband who was nearby,
She wanted perfume for car, he had gone to buy.
They got married a month ago, she was on vacation
Driver put his foot to give bus maximum acceleration.
S.D. Tiwari
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Domestic Shades 9
Tea Time
12 to 2pm intermission to rest
Often interrupted by beggars, salesmen, and post
A silent cry to ease within I hear
What to do I have to bear
Morning session of daily chores
Bound to duties hectic pressure soars
A nap, a relaxation I do anticipate
Only in vain; said reason I get upset
Groggy, sleepy in the kitchen I'm back
To make a tea-time snack
11am to 3pm a solemn nap for hubby
3o'clock set ready everything by wife sleepy
Table, full of yester and yester to yester
Grubs, biscuits and like eatables only better
Why the hell should I make again
Just to keep a remainder- bin
A zapper rolling before the tv is me
Passed 3pm eat or not would he?
Waiting..waiting..yes or no hubby?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Waiting For The Bus
We got the mother and the kids
We got the guy and his date
We all get mad
We all get laid
Looks like somebody forgot about us
Standin on the corner
Waitin for a bus
Say hey mister driver man
Dont be slow
Cause I got somewhere I got to go
Say hey mister driver man
Drive that thing fast
My precious time keep slippin past
Lets call the mayor lets complain
Looks like the citys done to us again
Tied up in traffic whatya know
The damn city bus moves so slow
I said hey mister driver man
Dont be slow
Cause I got somewhere I got to go
Say hey mister driver man
Drive that thing fast
My precious time keep slippin past
Gordon gano: vocals, giutar
Brian ritchie: bass, vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums, vocal
*previously unreleased
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Cab Driver
Standing in the rain
Cab comes into view
Ask me where am I goin to
Running for so long
Been gone too many nights
And my heart has paid the price
This aint heaven
This aint the life bargained for
My reason for living
Isnt here inside this car
Girl I gotta get back to you
Chorus:
Cab driver
Take me home
Spent too much time away
Too much time alone
Cab driver
Take me home
Spent too much time away from my baby
I need familiar streets
To show that youre near
Feeling like a stranger here
Oh does the mirror show the miles on my face
Am I goin any place?
This aint heaven
This aint the life I was hopin for
My reason for living
Sure aint here inside this car
You know Ive gotta get back to you
Chorus:
Cab driver
Take me home
Spent too much time away
Too much time alone
Cab driver
Take me home
Spent too much time away from my baby
I need to see the look on your face
A kiss from your lips ... oh the taste baby
Nothing waiting for me but a lonely room
Ive gotta get back to you baby - soon
Chorus:
Cab driver take me home
Spent too much time away
Too much time alone
Cab driver
Take me home
Spent too much time away from my baby
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Mr. Cab Driver
Mr Cab Driver won't you stop to let me in
Mr Cab Driver don't like my kind of skin
Mr Cab Driver you're never gonna win
Mr Cab Driver won't you stop to pick me up
Mr Cab Driver I might need some help
Mr Cab Driver only thinks about himself
Here we go
Mr Cab Driver
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Let Love Rule
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You cannot expect the guy who drove the car into the ditch to navigate it out of the ditch. You have to put a new driver in the seat. I'm not saying the new driver is going to be any better, but we need a new driver. Kerry is the only choice.
quote by John Mellencamp
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The power of destiny
When I was but a child
I saw a red tractor,
hit a black boulder
and get jacked right over.
Red dust clouds
rushed into the air
from the spinning wheels,
but the grim reality
of the crushed driver
was there for all to see.
Till this day
the power of destiny,
stays with me.
I wonder if the driver
was late
and drove past that rock,
if it would have happened
at another time and place?
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Daffy Duck
A daffy duck stood in the middle of the road.
She wasn't in a rush, so her time she took.
The approaching lorry driver wasn't happy,
And his angry fist at her he shook!
She soon became the main attraction.
People tried chasing her out of the way.
Soon, she was back on the pavement,
And was now safe and well again. Yay!
But people were walking towards her,
And, of the crowds, she was very scared,
So she ran back into the road again,
And at her, the next approaching driver glared!
She ran around in a blind panic,
Not knowing which way to go.
In and out of the road she ran,
Dashing this way and that, to and fro.
She halted all the traffic.
The wrong turn she'd taken by mistake.
I wished that I could catch her
And reunite her with her waiting drake.
The last sighting I had of her,
She was running off up the High Street,
As fast as her little legs could carry her,
And, boy, how fast could she move those feet!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Crash
Dont things change
Dont we all
Whats it like to
Crash? the driver
Nothing more to prove
So please just send in the machines
We know little of celebrations
And how things are with you
Youre hung up on time
Youre hung up on age
Now theres me
Now theres me
What is it like to
Crash? the driver
You drink to rumours and talk
About someone new in your bed
There is no game to win so
Get out as fast as you can
Hung up on the time
Hung up on my age
You dont know
You dont know
What its like to
Crash? the driver
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Sri Rama Jayam
Evokes chanting of my 'RamRam'
Picking up Pavalamalli flowers at 6a.m
A good day ahead
My regular counts of SriRamajayam
After a hectic kitchen record at 9.30a.m
Inking out in words in a note book
And on a day of submission...
'Before pooja almirah supporting me a mat-seater
My concentration grips Rama better
Although bossing over my anger to fade out
As the maid keeps sweeping
Dust from the broom splattering
Without a divine heart for the sacred book
I say sorry to Rama
Chuck out myself of the room
To make coffee for the lady-broom
And give up not; I further continue with Rama
Sitting in the chair in the porch in silence
A while later hubby next glances
Brunch ready?
Rush to the dining table
Hubby relishes his pappads crumble
Hmm.. I say sorry to Rama
Back to pooja almirah
Sit up to pursue Rama
But oops, a phone call
Daughter! And hubby is hysterical
Me too driven towards grand-son's prattle
Forget myself and quite unaware
But soon conscience pricks
Work be soon finished for Rama's blessing looks
Should submit it to the Lord
I say sorry to Rama
Sit back to my writing
Lunch time past; Yet mind not skipping
Write and write on
Rama must be invisibly looking at me
My hope, Anjaneya recommends me
By 4p.m complete my work
March on to the temple
Hand over my book so humble
Pray with closed eyes
Finally blessed with ' prasadh' when awake.
But lo, the wrapper to shake
A piece of Ramajayam-paper...
I look at the Lord so puzzled
But He, smiling as He ever has stood
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Moment
Express trains are respectful brothers
For they have an ihtuitional heart each
Delayed one train means much the next bothers
And it's our train next delayed long we waited such
Evening platform limned dim and dull
Weakened infrastructure waiting for a seat
Sparse benches filled with baggages full
Buzzing mosquitoes spraying around to bite
Uneasy to feel lost in a railed hell
Chairs, benches inadequate even to rest
Impatient me escorting things all
Evening walk escaped hubby alone me left
Who and who not the cheaters
All immoral thieves..watchful to watch
Dub, dub, dub, dub pattered my heart fears
'Where's hubby' panicked the train in a touching reach
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Easy Driver
Easy driver, shes a wicked rider
Shes smooth and shes skinny and shes probably mean
Easy driver, pull up beside her, roll down the window on this fine machine
Chorus:
(ooh ooh ooh) dont turn away, (ooh ooh ooh) just give me a sign
(ooh ooh ooh) dont be afraid, (ooh ooh) love is so hard to find
Easy driver, get on up beside her, she dont drive like she knows the way
Easy driver, roads getting wider
Theres room to run and she might skate away
Come on back, baby what you say
Chorus
One lane away from love, the story of my life
Could I be good enough for your lonely avenue tonight
Its a lonely avenue tonight
Chorus
Easy driver, shes a wicked rider
Shes smooth and shes skinny and shes probably mean
Easy driver, get on up beside her, roll down the window on this fine machine
Easy driver, oh oh oh oh, easy driver, easy driver, easy driver (easy driver)
Easy driver, easy driver, easy driver, easy driver
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Driver 8
The walls are built up, stone by stone,
The fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
Weve been on this shift too long
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm.
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes wont get snagged.
Bells are ringing through the town again,
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself to sleep.
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself, my children to sleep.
He piloted this song in a plane like that one.
She is selling faith on the go tell crusade.
Locomotive 8, southern crescent, hear the bells ring again.
Field of wheat is looking thin
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
Weve been on this shift too long.
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
song performed by by REM
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Driver 8
(r.e.m)
The walls are built up, stone by stone;
The fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says,
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
Weve been on this shift too long
And the train conductor says,
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm.
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes wont get snagged.
Bells are ringing through the town again,
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing
And the train conductor says
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself to sleep.
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself, my children to sleep.
He piloted this song in a plane like that one.
She is selling faith on the go tell crusade.
Locomotive 8, southern crescent, hear the bells ring again.
Field to weed is lookin thin
And the train conductor says
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
Weve been on this shift too long.
And the train conductor says,
Take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break.
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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My driver Kellie Frost and I would race these fellows home and they were always faster on the highway. We did the same with Daniel and his driver, and thus began a long series of jokes and competitions to alleviate the impossible hours and tensions this film provoked.
quote by Madeleine Stowe
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Mr. Limousine Driver
Hey, mr. limousine driver,
Can i ask you a favor, please?
Let her in my door and don't look back here no more,
I know you can do it with ease.
Although, we're on our way from the show,
And you don't like to get off the track.
Please, mr. chauffeur, let's talk things over,
'cause she says she loves me and that's a fact.
Can you hear what i'm sayin', it's not like i'm prayin',
You know, because you've done it before.
So, why make me wait, please don't hesitate,
Just get back here, and let her in my door.
Hey, mr. limousine driver,
I know you know where it's at.
Too late will be later, you just read your evening paper,
And don't worry 'bout what's goin' on in back.
Hey, mr. limousine driver ...
Hey, mr. limousine driver ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Cosy Home Chat
I told my hubby,
Please come with me
I get bored …
Waiting for my GP
I can chat with you
While I wait
To become my GP's
Next bait ;)
Hubby told me,
Sorry, I'm busy!
Though I'm working
From home, there are
Deadlines, you see…!
However, my dear
Let me suggest to you
While you wait there
For your GP, how about
Writing some poetry
On your blackberry? !
Bingo! What an idea!
I did just that!
While I waited for my GP,
I wrote this new poetry…
On my handy blackberry!
A light, frothy poesy
On our cosy home chat
Now don't tell me, you
Didn't like that ;)
(Here in UK, NHS waiting times to see a GP can run up to an hour!)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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