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Where I was born

Pearl City

There, to the west of the eastern sea,
Embraced by a drifted saltpan necklace,
Where the oysters sweat out nacres of pearls,
Clustered in their mantles and shells.

A temple, a center and every life around it nearby,
An archaic fold of a southern Indian city,
Waves and knaves sing in harmony,
As the land and the sea strive for unity.

This is Tuticorin, the city that bedded my birth,
This is Tuticorin, a paradise for marine merchants out here in the Dravidian land.

Hot and humid, sunny and sultry, the weather is,
Warm and welcome, hearty and healthy, the people are
Rough and rowdy, crude and crass, on their irksome days
Some make a living and some make a better living.

This is Tuticorin, where salt is in its breath and sweat,
This is Tuticorin, where a drop of blood is worth a treat.


Besides fantasizing about being a Peter Gibbons at least for a couple of days at my work, I think I have a long way to go to realize some of the other fantasies. But like any ambitious man out there, I will get there! Note: All views expressed in this blog are mine alone and have got nothing to do with my company Cogent IBS, Inc., its employees or any of its affiliates.

2 thoughts on “Where I was born

  1. Tuticorin and people of thoothukudi are proud of you and themselves! so another facet of you! its like iam discovering lot of treasures as i go deep in to the blog….and i get stuck in each layer not wanting to look beyond, not wanting to be more greedy.Most of our cousins who were born andbrought up there would cherish the same way..
    The first 2 paragraphs bring the picture of the city with the coastal area…
    Hot and humid…..describes the charachter of the city and its people….i agree, cos i ve felt the same….last line , i took some time to understand that…good one!, could you also explain what u meant by that, to see if iam right?
    Pearl city….is a beautiful name…but has become common and is being overlooked, but actually its a name of grandeur!

  2. Actually the tone of the poem (when I wrote it about 10 years ago) is complimentary of the city & people and sarcastically critical (although very mild) of its culture.
    The last line is one such..
    I was indirectly referring to the bloodshed that happens in that area – Thugs killing people for money. I was very affected by that when I used to live in Tirunelveli because a couple of people I knew of (not friends) were killed.
    But it also conveys a different meaning..if you want to really dissect it – the salty air makes the blood sort of salty (poetically speaking)..hence it is worth a treat (as in precious)..

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