Monday, December 20, 2010

THE CAPTAIN SLEEPS TONIGHT -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL



This for future poets who want to carve a niche for themselves on this planet. 

Poetry is the flow of intense thoughts— otherwise it is NOT poetry.  

It need not rhyme , unless you are writing it as a nursery rhyme for little children to sing along.  


Once you start reading poetry you will NOT be able to stop.  


And finally when you do stop, you will feel something inside your heart— if it is good poetry.  

Love and nostalgia take very little effort to make that impact. 

Gone are the days of Victorian bombardment. An ordinary man on the street can write good poetry. 


Good poetry means 90% of the people both erudite and illiterate who read it will be impressed. 

The remaining 10% misanthropes of this planet , who need something other than poetry to get impressed, please excuse.




after six months of camping, in lonely avenue


wound up taut,  like a high tension spring


suffering from the blues , when lonely winds blew past


falling apart from the seams,  when bad news came from home


yet,  never allowing a sight to get out of his heart


controlling his biological urges,  being the perfect family man


changing coats constantly,  as the situation on board deemed


judge, doctor, policeman, accountant, pest control, cook


journalist , plumber, head shrink, soldier ( without license to kill )


businessman --you name it--he does it as part of his job


round the clock, not 9 to 5 -- day after day, without holiday


giving away prizes, which he , and only he had earned


yet, willingly being the scapegoat , when murphy's law ruled


trying to figure out the blurred line between fact and fiction


living on the edge, never feelin' immune to the prospect of failure


working for bosses who had mastered the art of exploiting vulnerability


steeling himself to read telexes which started -- "we fail to understand--"


being the punching bag for thankless owners , managers and charterers


being forced to take uncalculated risks, against his better judgement


trying to push his ship, to keep pace with a pea brained schedule


pushing mr.pride aside,  when dealing with customs and coastguard


itching to bloody their noses , but somehow,  holding his peace


forcing him to add more names, to the list of people who could kiss his ass


being patient to wait for one more minute, past eternity


dealing with faceless men, and spineless backdoor hustlers


who got their kicks ,by sending missiles by telex from overseas


rubbing shoulders with powers that be , who put their mouths into motion


without putting their collective brains into gear --even once


deadening his raw nerves in the cold comfort of whisky heaven


--the days his bosses played petty mind games of domination on him


distrusting angels which fly too low-- not believing in messiahs


burning bridges behind him , when the situation became 'no go'


combating the sinkin' feeling that time is running out on him


time and again, counting the odds against tomorrow


wearing lucky charms , combating ulcers and nose bleeds


yet thriving on the virus of pressure , like the quintessential shark


which need to suck salt water past its gills to stay alive


after all this--


this modern seafarin' gypsy has passed on his crown of thorns


packed his bags,  and is now a stranger in even stranger lands


destination home-sweet-home, his DTGH is only one


wending his weary way to his hotel room, he drops on the bed


the windmills of his mind come to a smooth halt , as he falls into slumber


they had been ceaselessly turned by winds of anxiety, the last six months


it is unwinding time now for this poor wanderer


HUSH! 


NOT A SOUND!!  


THE CAPTAIN SLEEPS TONIGHT!!!






DTGH--   means " days to go home "


CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL
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6 comments:

  1. That Was Great Sir,
    I often refer to ur blog, but this is a totally new side of ur blogging.

    Please keep imparting your knowledge, some of us really depend on this blog.

    With Gratitude
    Capt. Himanshu Shekhar

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  2. Dr. usha kapuria
    April 1, 2015 at 7:33 AM
    oh it is wonderful.You got revealed to me at this very point of time.Your topics are great.My stories also veer around human pathos.Hope you could assess them.You are brilliant

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    Capt. Ajit Vadakayil
    April 1, 2015 at 8:04 AM
    hi uk,

    the roof of pathos ( emotions ) cannot deliver on its own in a truth exhuming blog site.

    it has to be laid on a foundation of ethos ( trust )

    supported by walls made of logos ( consistency )

    to hold the INTEREST of a vast multinational audience ( whom you bollock hour after hour ) you need pathos .

    any idiot can hold the ATTENTION -- only a chosen few can hold the interest .

    and the authors who were sponsored by big brother -- they have all fallen by the wayside in this internet age.

    have you seen the pathetic JOKERS on main stream media ?

    they are like the flea ridden cats at port royale , discussing how the treasure should be divided and which pirate should get what. the pirates do NOT even know that these mangy cats exist.

    like body/ mind and soul -- every piece of prose must have ethos/ pathos / logos.

    without pathos poetry cannot exist.

    check out the worlds greatest poets sponsored by big brother -- do you see any pathos ?

    a perceptive soul verily said - "the heart has reasons that the mind knows not of." -- statistics may fall, arguments may fall short -- pathos never fails.

    only IDIOTS like winston churchill think pathos is rhetoric

    capt ajit vadakayil
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  3. Dear Captain,
    Hi Captain! mms hear again,Thanks for the link.

    It is wonderful! Even though I had read this initially,I had forgotten.

    At this stage,since I know you so well, and having read all those anecdotes of yours,this wonderful poem gives a clear picture of what a hard life a captain of a ship leads.

    Hats off to you sir!!

    I know many guys who after engineering joined merchant navy and came back running because of the hardship..one of them was my classmate.

    Again it was nice knowing you,take care and bye.
    Regards
    m m srinivas

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  4. Captain:

    This is a wonderful poem. I had not read this post until now. One can feel the pathos in the poem since you wrote it when you retired after more than 30 years on the sea. Wonderful expression of sentiments.

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    1. hi s,

      http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.in/2010/12/captain-sleeps-tonight-capt-ajit.html

      40 years at sea

      30 years in command-- most of the time with INFERIOR by brains and competence officers/ crew. Captain gets blamed for every single thing.

      just yesterday i had a nightmare - i was back in command--

      PHENOL had frozen up and pumps were unable to pump.

      i asked my Russian chief officer to start steam heating and he does NOT know how--

      --then i realised OH SHIT nobody knows , i must wear my boilersuit and got on the freezing deck

      and then my wife woke me up with a cup of tea- and she asked , i have been watching your face for the past 2 minutes-- you had a bad dream or what.

      i said --i had an incompetent chief officer in my dreams with frozen PHENOL in my tanks--

      --having sailed with me she knew what i meant -- so she CHUCKLED and went away.

      http://ajitvadakayil.blogspot.in/2010/11/phenol-on-chemical-tankers-capt-ajit.html

      SOMETIMES FOR FUN I WATCH THE CRUISE PASSENGER LINER CAPTAINS BULL ON CABLE TV-

      IF THESE PASSENGER SHIP CAPTAINS ARE LOST FUCKIN' LAMBS - WE CHEMICAL TANKER CAPTAINS ARE BLOOD LOVING TIGERS.

      capt ajit vadakayil
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  5. What a lovely poem captain. I too am passionate about poetry and as you said the flow of thoughts matter more than the rhyme or the words

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