Thursday, March 30, 2006

The perfect merger - at the harbourfront


Blogger asdasjdhas said...

You're from Toronto too eh? The local Sikh youth do annual keertan darbars in the area and other events, check out ..

Thursday, March 30, 2006 8:07:00 PM  
Blogger AK said...

A poem

How little the dying see to need
A drin perhaps, a little food,
A smile, a hand to hold, medicaiton,
A change of clothes, an unspoken
Understanding about what is happening,
You think it would be more, much more,
Something more difficult for us
To help with in this great disruption,
But perhaps it is because as the huge shape
Rears up higher and darker each hour
They are anxious what we should see it too
And try to show us with a hand-squeeze.
We pani to do more for them,
And especially when it's your father,
And his eyes are far away, and your tears
Are all down your face and clothes,
and he doesn't see them now, but smiles
Perhapes, just perhapes because you're there.
How little he needs, just love, More Love.

Poem by Chirstopher Wiseman

Friday, March 31, 2006 3:35:00 PM  
Blogger AK said...

'Gaudeamus Igitur,'* by John Stone

For this is the day of joy
which has been fourteen hundred and sixty days in coming
and fourteen hundred and fifty-nine nights
For today in the breathing name of Brahms
and the cat of Christopher Smart
through the unbroken line of language and all the nouns
stored in the angular gyrus
today is a commencing
For this is the day you know too little
against the day when you will know too much
For you will be invincible
and vulnerable in the same breath
which is the breath of your patients
For their breath is our breathing and our reason
For the patient will know the answer
and you will ask him
ask her
For the family may know the answer
For there may be no answer
and you will know too little again
or there will be an answer and you will know too much
For you will look smart and feel ignorant
and the patient will not know which day it is for you
and you will pretend to be smart out of ignorance
For you must fear ignorance more than cyanosis
For whole days will move in the direction of rain
For you will cry and there will be no one to talk to
or no one but yourself
For you will be lonely
For you will be alone
For there is a difference
For there is no seriousness like joy
For there is no joy like seriousness
For the days will run together in gallops and the years
go by as fast as the speed of thought
which is faster than the speed of light
or Superman
or Superwoman
For you will not be Superman
For you will not be Superwoman
For you will not be Solomon
but you will be asked the question nevertheless **
For after you learn what to do, how and when to do it
the question will be whether
For there will be addictions: whiskey, tobacco, love
For they will be difficult to cure
For you yourself will pass the kidney stone of pain
and be joyful
For this is the end of examinations
For this is the beginning of testing
For Death will give the final examination
and everyone will pass
For the sun is always right on time
and even that may be reason for a kind of joy
For there are all kinds of
all degrees of joy
For love is the highest joy
For which reason the best hospital is a house of joy
even with rooms of pain and loss
exits of misunderstanding
For there is the mortar of faith
For it helps to believe
For Mozart can heal and no one knows where he is buried
For penicillin can heal
and the word
and the knife
For the placebo will work and you will think you know why
For the placebo will have side effects and you will know
you do not know why
For none of these may heal
For joy is nothing if not mysterious
For your patients will test you for spleen
and for the four humors
For they will know the answer
For they have the disease
For disease will peer up over the hedge
of health, with only its eyes showing
For the T waves will be peaked and you will not know why
For there will be computers
For there will be hard data and they will be hard
to understand
For the trivial will trap you and the important escape you
For the Committee will be unable to resolve the question
For there will be the arts
and some will call them
soft data
whereas in fact they are the hard data
by which our lives are lived
For everyone comes to the arts too late
For you can be trained to listen only for the oboe
out of the whole orchestra
For you may need to strain to hear the voice of the patient
in the thin reed of his crying
For you will learn to see most acutely out of
the corner of your eye
to hear best with your inner ear
For there are late signs and early signs
For the patient's story will come to you
like hunger, like thirst
For you will know the answer
like second nature, like first
For the patient will live
and you will try to understand
For you will be amazed
or the patient will not live
and you will try to understand
For you will be baffled
For you will try to explain both, either, to the family
For there will be laying on of hands
and the letting go
For love is what death would always intend if it had the choice
For the fever will drop, the bone remold along
its lines of force
the speech return
the mind remember itself
For there will be days of joy
For there will be elevators of elation
and you will walk triumphantly
in purest joy
along the halls of the hospital
and say Yes to all the dark corners
where no one is listening
For the heart will lead
For the head will explain
but the final common pathway is the heart
whatever kingdom may come
For what matters finally is how the human spirit is spent
For this is the day of joy
For this is the morning to rejoice
For this is the beginning
Therefore, let us rejoice
Gaudeamus igitur.

* Therefore, let us rejoice
** 1 Kings 3:16-27

Friday, March 31, 2006 3:55:00 PM  
Blogger Prabhu Singh said...

I thought the boat was a duck at first :-)It makes interesting waves.
Speaking of making waves, was this photo also taken during the time ss and SS were touring Toronto?

Friday, March 31, 2006 5:12:00 PM  
Blogger Sikhi Seeker said...

Daljeet singh ji - Yes, I'm from Toronto eh :) I do get around the regular youth Naam-simran @ Dixi for tuesdays, but nothing beyond that. I've been lucky to attend a few youth kirtan darbars @ Waterloo though. Good times.

Ak ji: Thank you for taking the time to add these wonderful poems to my blog. Much appreciated! I was however wondering what "'Gaudeamus Igitur" means and what language it is. In spite of that, the message of the poem is very clear. Thanks for sharing.

Prabhu ji - Yes. All these pics and a few more to follow are from the same afternoon when ss ji helped me tour my own city (this man is like a natural navigator, instant learner and retainer of maps and places :D) As for me, I hardly go downtown to "tour" per se, so this was a good opportunity :)

Saturday, April 01, 2006 1:09:00 AM  
Blogger ss said...

Which reminds me that I must post a few pictures I took when I went to Dixie Gurdwara on the Tuesday night. Unfortunately my camera was "unavailable" so I made do with my phone camera, hence the pictures are of a pretty poor quality.

"this man is like a natural navigator, instant learner and retainer of maps and places :D"

ahem! - I think it's best if I just ignore that (other than reproducing it - lol) and say it was fun and thanks.

Hope your midterms etc went well.

Saturday, April 01, 2006 4:23:00 AM  
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Saturday, April 01, 2006 11:59:00 AM  
Blogger AK said...

'Gaudeamus Igitur,' means celebration in Latin

Sunday, April 02, 2006 12:04:00 PM  
Blogger Veer said...

ahhhhh there's Ni!!! welcome back! sol was getting sick of me. we should all get together and go visit msingh in person and have him revive his blog activities too. if you see him in (in india) twist his arm to keep blogging.

and yes, your artwork looks awesome too.

Sunday, April 02, 2006 3:13:00 PM  

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