GEORGE SAIDPeter, Peter burning brightIn the forests of our hearts,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful memory?What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? What dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spears,And water'd heaven with their tears,Did He smile His work to see?Did He who made us make thee too?
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WHERE THE HELL IS BLOGGER LLEWteddy has done stanesmen all rightgot us blogging all day and most of the nightnow there's blogger me and blogger youbut where the *#@!! is blogger llewthere's blogger young and blogger oldin tropical climes and canada coldsome so regular as if on cuebut where on earth is blogger llewwe've got bloggers in our fighting forcein banking law and at the boursechurch affairs and education toobut where the hell is blogger llewall our blogger girls and blogger boys(even serial george and ms christine poise)have reached our proverbial waterloofinding needle-in-the-haystack blogger llewnothing seems to be far more greaterthan the years spent in the alma materwe bloggers will do what bloggers dowith or without the elusive llewsunu10:57 PM
George, why lurkest thou in deep shadow?Tis time to make bold thy entry on the blog,And make thy talents glowLest thou disappear in a fog!Peter
George, when you sat in a huddle over your Algebra test,Your thoughts began to muddleAnd your brain was in a fuddle;You felt the urge to piddle And you hurried to the bogs.With your flap you had to fiddleAnd you soon began to piddle And the piddle made a puddle,With an everwidening ripple!Peter
'p' is for the piddlerdon't confuse him with the fiddlerwho is very often the onewho scrapes and saws the violonsome piddlers go to the bogssome of us visit the blogsome believe in stream of consciousnesssome others go drip-drip with wrynesssome piddlers make statements of reasonsome, irreverent to the point of treasonsome piddlers, their wisdom do wastewith homilies and cut-and-pastesome piddlers make outpourings in cold climessome from the land of greenwich mean timesome local ones type out their prosesome earnest and true, others grosspiddlers keep this world of ours turningkeep the fires of our industries burning (strange but true)what kind of a piddler are you?or are you a non-piddler like lew?sunu charles
Peter,I should have been waryBefore adding to the glossaryYour poetic fantasyPuts me in a tizzyBefore I next open my gobI’ll sure think of the Canadian BobBut you, Peter, deserve many a clapFor resurrecting ‘flap’CheersGeorgePS: If my feeble rhyme attempts rankleJust tell me . . . I’ll stop them at the ankle
The time has come, the Stanites said,To speak of many things,Of Khaki pants, blue pinaforesAnd adolescent flings!Vicky pallams, kambarkats,Dark halwa, "jigs & jogs"Physics, Maths and Algebra,And piddling in the bogs!Sim's Park, Golflinks,Bedford flicks, These were our favourite haunts,Attadi and Tenneriffe,How we enjoyed those jaunts! The raids we made on Ritz Hotel,Our bosoms full of pears,We gorged on juicy peaches, plums,Our stomachs, they did swell!We mined the hillside full of clay,Worked fingers to the bone,To gouge the gem and make our day,A chunk of carving stone!We waded into running streamsWith tadpoles, frogs and bugs,Saw iridescent dragonflies,It was the stuff of dreams!We played with sticks and stones and balls,The cheapest, simple things,Peashooters, catapults and tops,And kites with powdered strings!The lessons taught, The games we played, The schoolyard bullies tough,Dear Mr. Watson's gentle lore,Or Hindi Master's snuff!We reminisce of yesteryear,With smiles, sometimes a tear,Endearing teachers, strict and kind,And those who instilled fear!Mrs. Rajan's Geography,Miss Cherian's Geometry,Mr. Samuel's Chemistry,Miss Abraham's Biology!Oh, may we n'eer forget our store,Of memories from the past,Our alma mater, Stanes high SchoolIn little town, Coonoor!(with my apologies to Lewis Carrollfor subverting his delightful nonsense verse!)Peter
Teddy, you are so right! Most of my day dreaming is done at work! While my fingers are busy with cold steel, my legs are on auto pilot and if I am not talking to the robots, my mind is free to roam untethered! I think it's high time the Bangalore chapter held a meet. I think you have the most number of bloggers and stanites. Those who don't show up, can be walloped!Have a great weekend everyone!Peter
ignition on, hear the engine purrstrap on your seat belt, shift the gearstart the journey,who wants to arrivewhen peter g gets into overdrive.While morgans, bentleys,ferraris and fordsbreak the speed barriers and tear up the roadsthey may breach the red of the tachometercant match the pace of peter's pentameterwhen peter drives put things aside[no pun intended] just go for the ridean express way through the mists of timenever in the safe lane never out of rhyme.sunu charles
Peter,You have put your 3 days off the blog to good use and outdone Lewis Caroll with a classic .With just a few verses you have brought back to life our time in the Blue Mountains.After reading your verses I want to be back in Coonoor full of mimsy and to gyre and gimble in the Nilgiri wabes. I hereby nominate you for the title of Poet Laureate of our blog.Your cask will be handed over in due coursePhillip
"Ascended to the lofty throne Will Peter/ Sunu; laureates; if asked to preside an inaugural, Elect retreat? Their prior sins disown, And heap scorn upon the craft of doggerel. 'Tis fair enough, should our masters takes that stance Penning rhyme adorned with bow and bonnet – They still can put some steroids down the pants Penning rhyme adorned with bow and bonnet – Will our men forsake their bawdy roots? Will laurels swell our laureats' head? Puritan-like disowning talk of wenches, knaves and toots By fame transform'd into Enwrights instead? We fear for what response our bards shall make YET – The future of our vulgar arts, are they stake? Anon
phillip,youve done it again. and this time i'm not that wretched child sitting next to you waiting for the general knowledge prize! congratulations.may your hands always have plentymay your feet always be swiftmay your closet's cache of single maltsyour evening spirits liftmay you climb up higher and highermay your library increase,and may you stayforever young(with apologies to bob dylan)teddy,ogden nashwould sound a little rashif he tried to spellyour superb doggerelso, another onelike the other onemaybe tomorrow?(minus the mask of zorro)!admittedly, the last one was poor, but what the heck?sunu charles
Glossary of terms used in Stanes in the 50's and 60's:1) Allies - Marbles2) ABC poochies - Water insects in Stanes stream.3) Dames - Girls4) Sneak (verb) - To carry tales to teachers and other figures of authority.5) Pusky - Wimp (as in pusky fellow)6) Sas - Sister7) Gob - Mouth8) Geech - Earwax9) Fudge - Copy someone else's work10) Assay - corruption of the words, "I Say"!11) Sodie - Single coloured smoky marble12) Dom - Jumbo sized clay marble used in the game of bendha.13) Jaati - Cord wound around a top14) Caty - Catapult15) Jigs and Jogs - Peanuts and cube jaggery16) Maanja - Mixture of wheat flour paste, water and powdered glass, rubbed on kite strings17) Choocham - The thread angle tied to the central rib of a kite, where the string was tied to.18) Goindha - The one-sided diving motion of a kite19) Bosom - space between the khaki shirt and the chest where looted pears, peaches were stored20) Koksie - one who had buck teetheg. Ramamurthy Sundaram who lived in Kievcote was called Koksie!21) Fags - Cigarettes22) Bogs - bathroomsMore contributions are welcome to be added to this list!Cheers,Peter.
Glossary of terms used in Stanes in the 60's (late)& 70's.1. Boochie -Insect2. Bundoo - Beetle3. Draggie -Dragonfly4. Tuck -Food5. Grub -Food6.Mugging -Swotting7. Niff -Smell8. Nut -Head9. Thowk -Frog10.Gilly - In Gilly Thandu game11.Plug - Constipation12.Slop -Below Standard(person).I was known for Slang & Curse Words in School.I will come out with another Glossary shortly.Regards,Dorai
More for the glossaryPiddle - What you did in the bogs. Also known as No.1 and sometimes rhymed with hiss. No.2 was also a bog time activity that sometimes had to be performed in public view due to an acute shortage of doors in the bogs.Bugger - (One who bugs?)This was considered a swear word by the teaching community, but the boys used the word quite casually. eg., Lets wallop the bugger. (Wallop! the word just came out of the blue! Guess everybody knows what wallop means) Bugger was used to describe anyone. But, only boys. Never heard of a blue being called a bugger. I wonder what the feminine equivalent was. Bugger was generally not a complimentary term. Though sometimes it was a neutral word. Piddling was also a social activity helping build stronger bonds, camaraderie and the wallop spirit within communities. eg. Common buggers, lets go for a piddle.Then we'll wallop the buggerGeorge
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Sunu's RapTHE BUTT-SUCKER'S RAPYou wake up in the morning with a heavy headCan’t think straight,your head feels like leadCoffee aint enough to get ready, get setBowels don’t move till you light that cigaretteCome on yo! It’s time tO make the cutIf you wanna kick ass you got to kick that butt!It aint cool no moreto light that fagMakes you feel like a grouch, gives you a face like a hagSlows you down, sinks your eyes in your socketPuff one down, burn a hole in your pocket Come on yo! It’s timeto make the cutIf you wanna kick ass you got to kick that butt!Camel says you’ll walk a mileWe say that it aint our stylePanama saysits good to the last puffWe say that it make you huff and puffVirginia Slim says you come a long way babyWe say that your days are numbered, maybeScissors says that it satisfiesWe say it’s a pack of liesWinston Churchill don’t puff his cigar no moreThat tough John Wayne’s been shown the doorGeorge Harrison can no more smokeHis life expectancy has gone flat brokeEven Rajnikant stopped doing cigarette tricksIn ICU, you need a different fixCome on yo! It’s time to make the cutIf you wanna kick ass you got to kick that butt!If you are a smoker, we say you are a jokerIf you are a smoker we say you are a joker …(repeat and fade)
Bloggers come and bloggers go,Some bloggers peter out you knowTo enter through St. Peter's gateAnd leave us wondering of their fate!But peter in or peter out,Our School blog's what it's all about!Long live the blog!
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