Sanskrit and Jeans
Yet another day had dawned Thoughts and arguments had formed As I saw my salwar and sari, I donned my Jeans in a hurry. A morning guest had come. I smiled and said ‘Welcome’. The regular – ‘Oh! You’ve grown so tall! But when I saw you, you were small And what are you doing now?’ ‘Sanskrit’, I said with pride. ‘Pity’, he said aside. ‘Scope?’, was the arrogant question. ‘A lot’, was my exit line. At college she asked, ‘What subject?’ ‘Sanskrit’, the reply was direct. She stared at me from head to toe. ‘Sanskrit and Jeans don’t go too well’ Isn’t it modern? Why not, after all! I repeat things over and over. Explain facts time and again. But here I am in my same old Jeans. Yet another day dawns And a new argument forms.