My beloved elder brother, an esteemed precious personality of literature Dr Jay Basu
Your poem titled “An Apology in Favour of Chatting” is an underlying eulogy of chatting there is a subtle sarcasm. We’re in the era where psychologists , parents and elderly people of the society do bluntly object chatting on the name of mobile phone abuse. Not only youth but also different age groups of this mechanical life have become addicted to chatting vigorously. At this juncture, your this work seems to be a boon and supportive piece of rich literary feast for a large number of readers. The stanza which is rightly coined….
“Chatting is not wasting either
Time or business or your schooling hour
It brings you up on the gentle steps of a ladder
That leads up to a haven( mind not heaven)
Signalling the ultimate journey to the Heaven”
Is undoubtedly the indepth opinion of those all who engage themselves in chatting. Reading which the readers would fall in irresistible love with each of your expression. Chatting gives heavenly bliss to those who appreciate the advantages of chatting. During the hectic office hours or the studious college hours people find chatting as a means of stress reliever. Chatting does bloom blossoms of happiness on lips releasing toxic tense out of life. Many acts of relaxation such as watching favourite sport, serials, reality shows and fun buckets don’t benefit one either in academics or business. Yet we engage ourselves floating in the lake of laughter rowing the boat of happiness as the poet rightly says,
“Millions then wasted time watching Tendulkar batting
With no profit or academic and business and battling”
Entertainment has no definition. So one can’t say chatting is waste of time. Life isn’t meant to bury one in the abyss of achievements and accolades but attaining immortal bliss dignified.A Witty statement where the poet opposes his lady from agreeing with Robert Lee Frost whose famous write says,
” But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep” in Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
The poet’s suggestion to rejuvenate oneself relying on God who assured us time abundant to work on essentials. Not all the time is must to spare on learning or earning but to relish life in entertaining self in various ways. Labour to enrich self trusting God but needn’t reject chatting which of course is one of the stress relievers. The Epilogue concludes suggesting one to mingle with people by loving and living each moment. This social togetherness is a heal to all kinds of sorrows. The lines
“Touch your beloved with all kinds of Reike
That all sorrows steal
And all wounds heal”
profoundly encourage friendly environment through chatting.
Provided the chatting is in limitations dignified and decent, there isn’t much to fuss about it.
Laurels to you dear Poet for composing such an exclusive work of elegance.
@Rajani Mula
An Apology in Favour of Chatting
My Lady!
You say that a chat
Is nothing but time’s waste
I beg to differ
It’s not time’s fritter
Chatting is not wasting either
Time or business or your schooling hour
It brings you up on the gentle steps of a ladder
That leads up to a haven(mind not heaven)
Signalling the ultimate journey to the Heaven
Lady! If you say “What is the Heaven”
I would say “the Heaven is Eve with Adam
Unsinfully naked, on no business, nor on cosmetics, Madam”
Still then would you say waste no time chatting
Millions then wasted time watching Tendulkar batting
With no profit of academics and business and battling
Let go time and make love in a frozen moment
It’s nothing else than God’s order paramount
Let’s unshackle us from Time’s flux
And comingle the two of us in a chat
Chats pave the steps of love sublime
On the rapid fire of corporate time
To redeem the fallen mortals and angels
From all projects and profit angles
From the wheels of the winged chariot
That cut and crush what we all thought
That’s stop and stare
How the stars glitter
In the dark hemisphere
No, Lady? I don’t agree with Frost
To travel miles we are not wrought
God put His hands six days a week
To cast us not to burn like a candle or wick
He took all our labours in His hands
To let us roll into a moment frozen
That erring and sinful mortals redeem the Heaven
Therefore, Lady! Let’s go for chats and chats
Let’s leave aside all our dated ifs and buts.
Epilogue
Who can say s/he lives for ever
Life is a canvas with dots of loving here
And there.
God’s initial cause was to mingle
Living and loving, loving and settling
Under the arrows on cottages of love showering
That Cupid struck right in the heart of Psyche
Touch your beloved with the hands of Reike
That all sorrows steal
And all wounds heal
Chat and chat that slows the pace of time
And makes heaven on cold sands sublime.
Copyright@Jay Basu
poetry my passionate soulmate 