For My Father

I use the words of W.H. Auden to describe my feelings on the passing away of my father:
"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bonel, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let the aeroplanes circle, moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'. Put crepe bows 'round the white necks of the public doves, Let traffic policemen wear black, cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East, and West. My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good."

The Babri Masjid Court Ruling

When the court verdict was telecast on TV there was a group of people in friend's office were watching it live.
One of the younger members of the team asked ..."Who is Ram Lalla & why has he involved with the Babri Masjid?"
On television they showed people being asked about the verdict & what it was about and a young lady said it was about a train crash!!
That is what we need..... people need to forget, forgive ... whatever & MOVE ON!