Monday, January 31, 2011

THE NAIVE SAILOR, FIRE FIGHTING -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL


I have yet to see sailors reacting properly to fire at sea. Most abandon ships and deaths / injuries at sea are due to poor training.

If you understand the fire triangle of OXYGEN--HEAT--FUEL-- it is not so difficult.

First of all , it must be understood that fire requires oxygen. It must be remembered that fire fighters also require oxygen--and light too.

It is stupidity to kill all ventilation and lights enmasse . It must be done selectively whether the Master's cabin is on fire of the Galley is on fire.

Say if a galley is on fire, it is so easy to put off the electrical juice from a tripping switch in the switchbox situated well outside. It is also easy to cut off ventilation into the galley selectively.

If lights and airconditioning is killed enmasse, then the entire onus of firefighting falls on 2 nervous sailors who are ill trained for the job.  When the duo gives up, well the next solution is -- abandon ship.

All this one pull on rope for slack , three pulls to get out etc is all bullshit.

Communications are vital.

The sailor must have a walkie talkie inside his fireman's outfit, with the mouthpiece on his collar, so that he can press it against his throat and speak ( his face is covered by the SCBA mask). He can speak every clearly this way in a very noisy background too. It is important for feedback and command to be on a 2 way lane.

Again the fire fighters in firemans outfit and SCBA sets must wear the mask only at the last possible moment. Because the SCBA set contains only 1600 litres of free air, and a hyperventilating sailor can consume the entire thing in 20 minutes flat.  Only tankers have SCBA compressors. A sailor going for a tete e tete, does not don the condom in his cabin and walk down the gangway ashore , with the rubber on his wee willie winkie.  He wears it at the last possible moment, when the girl is ready and he is ready too.

The 6 faces of the compartment on fire heats up as follows-- top face in seconds, side faces in minutes and bottom face in hours.

So it is most important to remove all combustibles from top face and cool it  from outside by flooding a few inches or whatever.

Most engine fires are best attacked by removing the oxygen leg. Say an economiser fire-- cut off the turbocharger suction air inlet inside the engine room, and also the top end at the funnel . After that all you need is to keep the boiler water circ pump running and have some patience, The fire gets killed in seconds. No fire can burn without oxygen.

When the fire detector sensor lights up on the bridge it is important to ping the first light with a magnet. For within minutes all smoke detector sensors will light up.

A fine spray of water can put out most fires except a electrical fire--if the oxygen leg job does NOT work .

To a well trained crew a fire on board is a piece of cake--he will NOT be scared of it.  Knowledge and good communications with walkie talkie is the key ( not a stupid rope pull )

Does a sailor get scared of a fire on his home kitchen stove?


Here is an actual email I sent to my company --


A05768  Sun, 21 Dec XXX 07:13
From: XXXXX - Master

Date: Sunday, December 21, XXX 7:09 AM Msg: A05768-66635
Path: XXXX - MASTER\ SENTBOX

gentlemen,

attached pl find the SMS report filed.

fire fighters require light and oxygen.

if the lights and air are put off enmasse ( not SELECTIVELY
by a sensible roving squad )--

then, the onus of putting off the fire comes on 2 nos ill prepared, ill
educated and frightened scba plus fireman's outfit party.

and if these 2 poor souls are NOT communicating with each other or with
outside supervisors --the fire goes out of control. most of the time
they just hide in a safe place and come out, having done NOTHING!!!!

signals like life line pulling once , thrice etc were made in the 20th
century days of fireman's outfit with limited air line length--they has
to enter from a suitable external door, as some other soul is pumping
the bellow with his leg. and the wearer has to hold the line in one
hand--sensing the pull with his 5th sense of touch.

in the 21st century--scba party enters in pairs-- through a door of
their choice--they must be in touch with each other and the external
supervisors/ decision makers-- they exit from a door of their choice---

-- BOTH MUST HAVE A WALKIE TALKIE INSIDE THEIR FIREMANS OUTFITS WITH THE 
MOUTH PIECE POSITIONED MIDWAY BEWEEN THE MOUTH AND EAR-- WHEN THEY TALK 
THEY TWIST THEIR NECK TO ONE SIDE AND PRESS THE MIKE ON THE THROAT, TO 
SPEAK--AS THEIR FACE IS COCCOONED INSIDE THE FACE MASK. THEY EVEN HAVE 
TO REPORT THEIR AIR PRESSURES IF ASKED FOR. THEY CAN BE HEARD CLEARLY 
NEXT TO EXTREME MACHINERY NOISE. 

--they use one finger to press the PTT button only when required--both
hands are free--nothing is held, the hand pull the life line only to
move forward .

the idea of sending 2 wearers in tandem is to help each other while
escaping, and only one goes to the danger zone , the other remains in a
relatively safe place --or to help an unconscious victim out together --

--no door can be locked from outside-- all ISPS door seals if any, MUST
be removed by a chosen person, as soon as he is head counted at the emg
HQ muster station--

the mouth piece required a hook on the boiler suit to hang!

very rarely sailors die burnt--they always get asphyxiated.

experts with limited salt spray on their lips -- holding a mouse behind
a desk in IMO , can NEVER EVER IMAGINE all these issues!--

-- so ships continue to suffer--sailors continue to lose lives--

--all for a horse shoe nail!! ( read that as a small strap between the
ear and mouth on the boiler suit )

best regards

capt ajit vadakayil
master
XXXX
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 " spirit over mind "





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Friday, January 28, 2011

MY COUSIN VINNY -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL


Right now i am at Chennai doing a 2 week re validation course , for my Master's certificate of competency.

I stay at Breeze hotel which is at a walking distance from the college-- a good one ( expensive too ).

While down on the massage chair at the gym, i saw some scenes of the Hollywood movie " My cousin Vinny ".  ( This chair gives a lovely lower back knead -- this pain has pleasure in it! .   This gym also has 20 kilo dumbbells , which i prefer - reason for my obscene biceps )

This is my most favourite movie. It is a hilarious low budget movie which is worth seeing again and again.  Joe Pesci and Marisa Thomei were outstanding.

When i first saw this priceless movie , it made a deep impression on me, which in a way has moulded my character.

Two young New Yorker boys are charged with man slaughter in hilly billy rural Ala- fuckin' -Bama  -- for a crime they never did.  Joe Pesci , who has never contested a case , is a lawyer related to one of the boys.  He meets them in jail and asked them " Did you kill the store clerk?".

When the boys said NO!--he tells them ( to this effect ) .

" -- if you have not done the crime, then the prosecution will try to show that you did it.  Their case is like a building which they will try to show the judge and jury as real and solid -- while actually it is just a facade . I am smart enough to expose the illusion from the right angle and perspective "

This is the meaning of wisdom, ladies and gentlemen!

Think about it!

ONE OF THE PRICELESS DIALOGUES--




Vinny Gambini [to the jury] Hey, how ya doin'? 
[to witness] 
Vinny Gambini: Mr. Crane, what are these pictures of? 
Ernie Crane: My house and stuff. 
Vinny Gambini: House and stuff. And what is this brown stuff on your window. 
Ernie Crane: Dirt. 
Vinny Gambini: Dirt. And what is this rusty, dusty, dirty looking thing that's covering your window? 
Ernie Crane: That's a screen. 
Vinny Gambini: A screen! It's a screen. And what are these really big things that are right in the middle of your view of the Sac-o-Suds and your kitchen window, what do we call these big things? 
Ernie Crane: Trees? 
Vinny Gambini: Trees, that's right, don't be afraid just shout 'em right out when you know 'em. And what are these thousands of little things that are on trees? 
Ernie Crane: Leaves. 
Vinny Gambini: And these big bushy things between the trees. 
Ernie Crane: Bushes. 
Vinny Gambini: Bushes. So, Mr. Crane, you can positively identify the defendants, for a moment of 2 seconds, looking through this dirty window, this crud covered screen, all of these trees, with all of these leaves on them, and I don't know how many bushes. 
Ernie Crane: Looks like five. 
Vinny Gambini: Uh, uh, uh, don't forget, this one and this one. 
Ernie Crane: Seven bushes! 
Vinny Gambini: Seven bushes. So, what do you think? Isn't possible you just saw two guys in a green convertable and not necessarily these two particular guys? 
Ernie Crane: I suppose. 
Vinny Gambini: I'm finished with this guy. 


-  here's another one--


Vinny Gambini: I understand you played a game of pool with Lisa for $200, which she won. I'm here to collect. 
J.T.: How 'bout if I just kick your ass? 
Vinny Gambini: Oh, a counter-offer. That's what we lawyers - I'm a lawyer - we lawyers call that a counter-offer. This is a tough decision here. Get my ass kicked or collect $200. Let me think... I could use a good ass-kickin', I'll be very honest with you... nah, I think I'll just go with the two hundred. 
J.T.: Over my dead body. 
Vinny Gambini: You like to renegotiate as you go along, don't you? Well here's my counter-offer... do I have to kill you? What if I were just to kick the ever loving shit out of you? 
J.T.: In your dreams. 
Vinny Gambini: Oh no no... in reality. If I was to kick the shit out of you, do I get the money? 
J.T.: You kick the shit, out of me. 
Vinny Gambini: Yeah. 
J.T.: Yeah. you get the money. 
Vinny Gambini: So, here are my options. Option A: I get my ass kicked or Option B: I kick your ass and collect the 200. I think I'm gonna go with Option B: Kickin' your ass and collecting $200. 
[Takes off his jacket] 
J.T.: We're gonna fight now? 
Vinny Gambini: Yeah. But first, show me the money. 
J.T.: I have it. 
Vinny Gambini: You have it, then show it to me. 
J.T.: [pause] I can get it. 
Vinny Gambini: You can get it? Okay, get it. Then we'll fight. 
[Takes his jacket from Lisa] 


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Thursday, January 27, 2011

CYMATICS VIDEO -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL



This video must be seen after reading my post  POWER OF MANTRAS ON HUMAN CONSCIOUSNESS , dated Jan 14th 2011.

All the people who smirked and ridiculed the ancient Vedic Mantras-- will become believers.

The king mantra OM produces the Sri Yantra on cymatics --Sri Yantra contains the theory of everything.

OM mantra is the trigger to quantum tunneling.  DNA is a superconductor that stores light at body temperature, and can create magnetic wormholes in ZPF .. Microtubules and axional membranes are also hollow cylinders.  The lifted version of AMEN ( instead of OM or AUM ) does nothing-- yes take this from me .

Read my post (  dated March 8th , 2010 )  SRI YANTRA 108 AND THE THEORY OF EVERYTHING



Longitudinal sound waves are everything! 

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Tuesday, January 25, 2011

THE NAIVE SAILOR, CARGO TANK EXPLOSIONS -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL


17 years ago i flew to Singapore to take over a large product tanker at dry dock.

When i arrived there the agent told me that the tanker has gone back to sea , as the Singapore dry dock had failed her gas free certificate.

After she came back to port again, she docked straight. When i arrived on board , the ship was on the blocks , the gas free certificate issued by the dry dock ( a local gold medallist in safety record ) was displayed.

When i arrived in the Masters cabin I found all there including the ships Yank superintendent. The ship was owned and technically managed by a company at Park Avenue New York USA ( no names !)

The ship's last cargo was Gasoline , with very high MTBE content as per the quality certificate. And the reason why the ship failed the first gas free inspection was due to leaky cargo tank suction valve seat rings--all made of NBR.

There was extensive hot work to be done in all tanks.

Since the old Master was in a hurry to go home, i  took over command fast.

I told the dry dock manager and the Yank Suptd, that i will NOT allow any hot work to be done in any of the cargo tanks , till I had personally passed all the tanks.

There was immediate opposition-- but then Master is Master.  The buck stops on his table, NOT on the gas free chemist's .

All were terribly angry with me for being the unreasonable bad guy!

I went on deck and found heavy blowers with plastic chutes inserted into all cargo tanks. In all the tanks I found some transparent liquid at the sump, which the Chief Officer claimed was water. There was a lot of this liquid as the tanks did not have a sump, being single skinned.

So i asked him to get a sample by sending an AB down and scooping up from the sump into a sample bottle.  The first bottle contained pure Gasoline. I did it for two more tanks-- these too contained Gasoline in the bottle.

So pretty soon i has a meeting with the Yard Managers , the Tech Suptd, the Marine Chemist etc etc .

The verdict was clear -- heads would roll.

All were very surprised that the Yard's Gas free certificate was bullshit.

WHEN EVER YOU TAKE A TANK READING WITH EXPLOSIMETER OR OXYGEN ANALYSER, OR TANKSCOPE ,  THE VENTILATION MUST BE STOPPED FOR AT LEAST 20 MINUTES, TO ALLOW VAPOR GROWTH.

If the ventilation runs, as the yard did, while taking readings-- you get looped in FRESH air.

To cut a long story short all work was cancelled for the day.

HUSH HUSH all connived to get the GasolIne drained by removing the bottom plugs of the single skinned tanks and draining it into drums -- all as thick as thieves, at night -- with No smoking regulations in force.

Initially there was NO wind and i did NOT allow the draining operations as the vapors are heavy. If there is an explosion the ship would be lifted off the blocks.

Afterwards by luck , fresh wind picked up as all did what they had to do.

Today when i look back-- i feel i should have got the ship floated off the dry dock blocks , and gone out again to sea.

HUSH HUSH deeds are not proper or standard.

Such deeds do NOT foster safety.

Safety does not recognize short cuts.

Safety is NOT about protecting personal backsides.

It took me many letters to several power houses before ISGOTT ,   finally revised the tank entry procedures -- " the ventilation must be put off for 15 minutes before  taking gas readings using Tank scope or whatever.

And remember--

1)NBR cannot handle MTBE ( Methyl Tert Burty Ether ).  Only PTFE or Viton ( FPM ) seat rings can. No wonder the pumps could NOT suck--as the suctions were air bound.

2) A valve cannot be trusted .  On chemical tankers we do NOT accept 2 or 3 valve segregations,  like on oil tankers.  We only accept a removable spool with 2 blanks-- or in short AIR GAP in between.


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THE NAIVE SAILOR , SINKING SHIPS -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL



HRU AND SLAMMING


In the seventies , around 400 bulk carriers sank.  I was a junior officer those days.

In any other industry there would have been hell to pay.  On a concorde aircraft if the passenger in the first class section spilt some wine ( because he was drunk ) on his suit,  the next day many important powers would be personally apologising to him.

Sailors are expendable. Who cares? The persons ashore who are supposed to protect us , as busy saving their own chairs.

Theoretically 800 life rafts should have been floating for one month, having auto released themselves via the HRU.

first--

Why did the 400 odd bulk carriers sink?

I have attended many seminars where the stupid speakers ( fresh water navigators all ) go on an on , about fast loading, bull dozers hitting hold bulkheads, grabs hitting coamings, waves washing away the hatch covers etc etc.

Nobody talks about slamming.

On the ballast passage if the Chief officer has NOT flooded the midship hold ( heavy weather ballast ), the bows will have less draft, and will slam.

When the ship slams , the whole ship flexes severely . The periodic motion is called springing.

When the ship's forward part takes off into the air and comes down crashing  , microscopic cracks develop all over-- as welds are NOT elastic.

On the next iron ore passage , where the racking stresses are high and the ship is stiff, the ship sinks-- usually.

All bulk carrier men , place your hands on your hearts and tell yourself that you have always ballasted the midship hold in the ballast passage in rough weather-- you just cant-- don't even bother to lie to yourself.

When i was a Chief officer i had written to many classification societies, about having MINIMUM BOW HEIGHT endorsed in the stability books.

The master must not come under pressure from his chief engineer, to sacrifice bow height for propeller immersion. One compromises the other.

Why then did the life rafts not release as SOLAS meant.

Th reason is that all stupid training houses taught you to tie up the painter to a strong point on the ship. This was pounded into your head , right?

Now--when your ship is sinking and you are releasing the life raft manually, why should you bypass the critical safety devise , the HRU?

pray?

prithee?

THE HRU IS THE STRONG POINT!

At least for the past 10 years , the shore training houses have got this right.

The weak link must part , by the pull of the INFLATED tent. When you throw the liferaft overboard and the while valise ( shell ) is towed behind for a while due to the ship's forward momentum, the pull must NOT come on the weak link.

Even today most of the HRU's are of very bad design. The most common one used the the west, uses a sharp blade to cut the painter--bwhen the HRU goes about 3 metres below the water.

Cut a tough painter, by constant sharp steel blade pressure  !  right?!!! ( why don't you try this out manually! )

Why do we have "serrated" knives nowadays, even to cut soft bread or cabbage ?

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Here is is true email I sent from one of my ships---



A05948  Fri, 25 Dec XXX 02:25
From: XXX - Master

Date: Friday, December 25, XXX 2:23 AM Msg: A05948-103541
Path: \XXX - Master\
Sub : XXX/  XXX MENTAL BLOCK
Attach: HRU MENTAL BLOCKS.pdf

gentlemen,

XXX themselves have got their act together -- long after they came
into the market -- after a young ball of fire ( quenched few years ago )
personally blasted them --

for in the 70's hundreds of bulkcarrier with hundreds of lives lost --

twice that number of liferaft tents should have floated for atleast 30
days on the sea -- NONE EVER DID FLOAT --

on almost all ships initially the XXX HRU and others too -- was
connected wrong --

such a simple elementary condition-- YET-- all genuises get mental
blocks --

mental block?

why dont you take this small COMMONSENSE test yourself ? --

-- (  one hundred percent -- of 1st day on board cadets/ ordinary seamen are supposed to know this )

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1) ONLY THE INFLATED TENT BUOYANCY  , WITH SHIP SUNK UNDER THE WATER MUST BREAK THE WEAKLINK.--( this means ship is sunk )

2) THE UNINFLATED WHITE SHELL/ VALISE SHALL NOT BREAK THE WEAKLINK -- NOR EXERT PULL ON IT. ( this means that uninflated life raft is thrown into ships wake with ship moving ahead with-- say--3 knots momentum and windforce 10 waves battering the white egg shell )

3) THE PAINTER MUST BE TIED TO A STRONG POINT -- WHICH IS ON THE HRU ITSELF--NOT SHIP'S STRUCTURE.

4) WHILE LAUNCHING MANUALLY --WITH PAINTER TIED TO THE STRONG POINT-- THE SAFETY OF HRU SHALL NOT BE BYPASSED ( CRITICAL PERIOD ).

HINTS : to convert 1% pass into 50% pass--

5) THE PAINTER SHALL NOT BE TIED TO THE "FIXED TO SHIP" PART OF HRU ( the part which sinks with ship to bottom of ocean )  .

6) THE WEAKLINK SHALL NOT BE TIED TO "FLOAT AWAY"  PART OF HRU.( the part which will be connected to floating liferaft tent with happy surviving sailors inside )

7) THERE HAS TO BE A FIRM HANDSHAKE BETWEEN THE PAINTER AND WEAKLINK -- TILL THE SHIP SINKS COUPLE OF BELOW THE SEA LEVEL -- AND THEY DECIDE TO PART WAYS --

8) THE WEIGHT OF THE UNINFLATED LIFERAFT BEING TOWED IN THE WAKE OF THE STOPPED SHIP WITH AHEAD MOMENTUM ( Item 2 ) SHALL BE FULLY TAKEN BY THE PAINTER AND THE HRU.

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found out what you are worth?

ADVISE:

IF THE LIFE RAFT INFLATES ANY TIME DURING ADVERSE CONDITION NO 8 -- 

HAMMAR HRU CANT TAKE THE PULL STRAIN OF THE TENT -- THE PAINTER MUST IMMEDIATELY BE TIED ON THE SHIPS STRUCTURE TO AVOID LOSING THE LIFERAFT
--
 
thanks and best regards

capt ajit vadakayil
master
mt.XXX


" re-inventing team dynamics-- where time and energy is always made, for things which matter "



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Saturday, January 22, 2011

THE CRUEL MASTER ON MY DREAMS -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL



This piece is 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.

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She kisses me and pulls me in, my favourite fish she would cook

more dulcet words she lisps, let's eat first and make love later

i -- who had never betrayed the trust of even a pariah dog or bird

wait eagerly to be regaled, ensconsed between fresh soft sheets

i fall into slumber and dream of flowers blossoming at dawn

her attractive smiling face , i see , in each one of them 

she finished the cookin'  fast, but watches till i smile in my sleep

giving a mordant smirk, she selects a sheet of paper from many

with sure celerity lifts a tongue of flame , from the same fire

and torches me alive. her derisive laughter fanning the flames

she does not bother to tie me up-- she trusts me not to hurt her

as i dance macaber in sheer agony. she relishes all the fish alone

i lock my eyes into here-- she spits a fish bone into my eye in odium

when my skull bursts phosphorescent, her eyes close in orgasm

she shreds the rest of my love letters to bits, opens the window

and scatters them into the ridges of the wind, in diabolical glee

to guide another handsome man, to her island of love --




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ME AND MY HARLEY -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL


This piece is 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.

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This is a poem i wrote for a wildcat. She was the only woman Harley Davidson rider those days. Her huge bike did NOT have a pillion seat , and she would give me a fast ride through town ( apparently she knew the cops ) --and would NOT slow down when i got scared. She would say--the bike will get spoilt. 

She introduced me to the spirited burly men riders , who treated their bikes with such respect -- i have never seen anything like this before.

She was going for the Harley riders convention--and she told me that she would be the only woman rider in the whole of USA.  She wanted me to write a poem , to recite at the convention and make a SPLASH! ( she was so pretty and vivacious  , she would have been the cynosure of all eyes anyway! )

i am penning down the ABRIDGED version-- for i had gone on and on -- about the pulsating strength between her legs -- 

(Only at the end of the poem , would all know that the subject is NOT a man but a Harley Davidson bike.)

cant do that here on my blog site -- as i must respect women readers and young children.

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my love-- you make my life's honest labours worthwhile

our beautiful relationship is the best dimension of our life

i can think of you and smile no matter how rough my day gets

you inspired me to pursue ideals that are true and real like you

you taught me the way to live life and let my spirit roam free

you gave me the strength to believe in myself and take charge

you encouraged me and filled me up with happiness and passion

you thrill me when i ride your huge powerful pulsating strength

XXXXXX ( censored !!--- khainchi !! )  XXXXXXXX

when i first saw you i could feel the magic bond to be between us

i won't keep a pillion seat - i can't imagine someone else straddling you

as long as my heart feels, Harley Davidson, you will be me only true love

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( the simple girl is the picture is NOT the one-- the actual one was THE helen of troy )




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UNFOLDING CANVASSES -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL



This piece is 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.


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as i unfold the canvasses of my mind
you paint as flash of red in the millin' crowd


my hurried steps missed its gait
whether i was comin' or goin'
for a minute i knew not nor cared

(my friends cried " hurry up ajit, or we miss the 0942 train")

i sensed keen scrutiny in your peripheral vision
i saw disdain. it pricked me to the core
your dazzling beauty was a cage around you
for mere mortals of the likes of me
it clearly meant , no entrance at all
entranced , i turned back to watch you pass
your poised gait had gained some bounce
fashion aisle style , like on FTV
aaha!  was it for my benefit?
or-- was i only dreaming?

i knew , when you stopped , and turned back
and your smoulderin' dark eyes burned into mine
time stood still-- i even forgot to breathe
it was love at first sight
for us both in the milling crowd!



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