Saturday, March 16, 2013

.................................The Conversation..........................


I dread middle seats
I fretted and blamed as I walked up to mine,
Kept looking back to see if I could find another place.
Till I fell in to a conversation

We spoke of many things.

Noam Chomsky
I had shook hands at a Cambridge cafe
Ten years in New York 
I want to live next the Central Park
Graduate School 
Know that experience
Urban Planning Architect
My dad was one
Competitions Won, And Lost
Never thought good guys could win these
A late inter-state marriage
Mine was early, and inter-states
Dimensions to the personality
I know what you mean
Public Spaces
The concept does not exist here!
Keeping a Green Card
10 year visa does it, I say
My sister talks a lot more
This is good
I am older than you think
Enjoy it while it lasts

Then I went.

Children
Where do they go?
Schools
I want to build one!
Progressive Education
Like Maria Montessori?
Frequent travel to the south
Why there?
Residential School
How did you choose?
Nassim Taleb, Black Swan , Antifragile
Where is he? 
( Now, why would you ask me that)

Such Curiosity.
Time in America?
Maybe, or my dad perhaps

Still more...
Bombay 
Boring People
Middle Seats on planes
Etc Etc Etc

The plane landed. 
I remembered I was on a middle seat.
I never talk on planes.
I dread middle seats.
But look what happened.

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1 comment:

  1. hahaha... this is like a free verse poem! niceeee

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