Dad, majo pai - a bi-lingual post ...

wat i am today
and wat i am not

the credit/debit goes to Dad

when i was young
he loved me too much

used to drop me off to school evry morning
and i was like a bay called SUE, he called me baba

baba is a term for a baby boy
i tink he wanted a girl

to maka khuub mog di talo
to maka khudaan sangath vortolo

mojo pai Abadan ghe lo lo
and khhub poyshe gehun ailo

ani Goyent vhoddle bongla ube kele

taka poyshe che mog naslo
teche bail taka mog nasle

he used to pass his time by gambling wid the boyz in the goan club
he didnt play to win
he played to loose

he new the guys needed the money
but it was tuff
evry hand he played he won

and he didnt want to miss the football game at the Cooperage
but he wudnt get up, till he lost

he was nuts !

My dad,

drummed dis poem in my head


'if' by rudyard kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
0 If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Kipling is said to have written the poem 'If' with Dr Leander Starr Jameson in mind, who led about five-hundred of his countrymen in a failed raid against the Boers, in southern Africa. The 'Jameson Raid' was later considered a major factor in starting the Boer War (1899-1902).