Musings of a Tam-Bram

I never believed in destiny,
but only that explains how I got here.
To cut a long story short,
I am here because of my father dear.

To be in a big city at last
came as a big surprise.
My life seemed to start anew,
The beginning of a reprise.

A glutton that I was,
the meaning I found in food - lost.
Bread form this and masala form that,
Curd rice – a thing as unknown as deep frost.

The roommate that I found,
has everything in multiples of seven.
From toothbrushes to socks
and the god damned shoes even.

The one thing I one thing that I actually like
is that I have got an eyesore.
Making up for 6 years of babe famine
always looking at the beauties galore.

Coming on to the concept of fresher’s,
I find it funny now that it’s over.
The newly defined concept of clothing
reveal more than they cover.

Music made on trash cans and tables,
create no calm, but only stress.
Gone is the soothing classical,
and the dancing is worse than the dress.

The rains are the final nail
on my coffin, laying me to rest.
More omnipresent than god,
it’s presence, worse than the guy I detest.

But that was the flip side,
the people have been a dear, see
They take me for what I actually am,
I am finally what I should be – me.

Aditya Rajaraman