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Updated 27-Dec-2001   

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From the last scene of Great Expectations

Is that you, dear… why, it’s you!
So how come you ‘bout here?
Ah! Must be feeling nostalgic.
Here, this place where your charms grew,
Where you grew beautiful, and a little cruel,
Where we once met, and then you departed.
Yes, the old days are so nagging,
Although, you are so strong.
But why… why are tears welling in your eyes?
Do you cherish this place old?
But everything is gone… only shambles,
The rustling fallen leaves, the moss and brick,
The rusty bench, and the air sick.
But again so much is here;
Hidden, but… perhaps….not lost.
Let’s walk a little more,
Let’s walk beside.
Let’s see if we can find something old.
-16/5/00, Calcutta-63

COMMENTS :

Very few people know but Charles Dickens’s most famous novel Great Expectations is also a great love story. There the protagonist Pip falls hopelessly in love with a girl, who, he is induced to believe foolishly, was destined for her. The girl Estella, brought up in such a way that she became dead cynical and devoid of all tender sensibilities, finds amusement in sustaining the illusion Pip holds, until she jilts him by marrying the man who is not only abhorrent but is also Pip’s mortal enemy. It is a very foolish marriage, rash indeed- the husband treats Estella very badly. Fortunately he dies. Pip, by this time had left behind his past and went to make on a new life in a new place. One day he comes to visit his old place and finds Estella there. In the earlier version Dickens had a sad ending for the readers, but forced by popular demand, he mended the end and gave us a more optimistic ending. Although the ending is left ambiguous in the end, it still leaves enough scope for the optimist to write his own ‘And they lived happily ever after.’

The poem and the treatment of the ending was inspired by a recent film version of the novel which starred Robert de Nero as Magwitch, which ended with the lovers holding hands as the sun went down on a fine evening.

  A brush with life
  A day in adulthood
  A helpless follower
  A man draped in tattered clothes
  After dark
  An axe on Keats
  And can't I mould my future
  And how the dreams fall
  Being in love
  Bereft of success
  Between despair and hope
  Come back soon
  Devil and his counterpart
  Devour
  Engineers
  Epitaph
  Farewell
  Farewell from the circle of friends
  Fast moves the time
  Femina
  Finding Estella again
  Freedom came cheap
  From where to nowhere
  Fulfillment
  Harvest
  Heart in Everest
  Heaven to hell and back again
  HOME
  How he lies amid his ruins, and you smile
  How I missed the beauty
  I wonder
  Insomnia
  Kiss from a rose
  Land's end
  Leeches in my soul
  Letter from battlefield
  Looking back
  Losing everything
  Love and compromise
  Love in modern times
  Madonna
  My abode among the clouds
  My beloved
  Naga Sadhu goes digital
  Nevertheless I tried
  Ode
  On St. Valentine
  On visiting an old place
  Papa dear
  Rancour
  Reminiscences from my graveyard
  Stranger at the tavern
  Suspended animation
  Tears, idle tears
  Telephone call to my beloved
  Tell her I am dead
  Termination
  That passed, this also may
  The blissful illusion
  The breathless seashore
  The bride
  The Buddha smiled, but he died
  The cigarette butt, the mosquito blood
  The day after the crossing
  The desert princess
  The dipping sun
  The eve of St. Valentine
  The frozen wet damsel
  The last word
  The pen and the paper
  The phoenix
  The pimp
  The silence spoke so much
  The soldier's lament
  The tear left a trail
  The world beyond innocence
  They tell me I am mad
  Thoughts of tomorrow
  Titanic
  To hug her close or leave her alone
  Today I die
  Vain is the wish to be born again
  Vanished figure
  Walking through the streets of a country deprived
  When loss pains no more
  Where the grass in not painted green
  Which is better?
  You don't ask
  You see why I died

 

 

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