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The Story Of A Poem

In 2006, my life turned completely upside down. Nothing seemed to work. It was during this tough phase that I wrote my poem ‘The Delhi Metro.’ I had no idea why I wrote what I wrote and what I was going to do about it. It was just a spontaneous expression of hope, strength, and courage to carry on and I felt light after writing it. The idea of getting it published some day never occurred to me and I wasn’t even sure whether it had any literary value at all.

When I showed the hand-written poem to my husband, he thought it was ‘nice’ and suggested some minor changes.

I subsequently uploaded the corrected poem on Poemhunter.com because every poem has a life and a destiny of its own. A day or two later, everything became as usual and I forgot all about the poem. Like me, the poem too wandered in the wilderness.

In 2012, however, six years later, Connie Robertson, an editor from OUP (Oxford University Press), UK, picked it up and chose it for inclusion in one of their upcoming textbooks! I still think I was a poetic Cinderella that a Fairy Godmother launched into the publishing world. Why else would a world-famous, prestigious publisher like OUP wish to engage with me, an obscure writer living in a poor country like India, doing a job that had nothing to do with writing, publishing, or poetry.

Connie’s first message to me was through Poemhunter as she didn’t have my email id. She requested me for “non-exclusive rights to OUP to publish my 60-line poem ‘The Delhi Metro.”

My first impulse was to count the number of lines. Yes, it was 60 alright, but I still had my apprehensions.

In my reply, I asked her to explain what she meant by “non-exclusive rights” because the idea of giving any kind of rights whatsoever, as far as I was concerned, felt like giving up a baby forever; a very painful thing, not something I could imagine myself doing.

Connie’s response was, “By non-exclusive rights, we mean that

a. You retain the copyright and you have full freedom to get the poem published elsewhere.

b. By allowing us to publish the poem, you will get the opportunity to show off your baby to the whole world.”

I was really touched after reading this. About 6 months later, OUP sent £200 into my bank account through RTGS and an author’s copy of the book at my residence through courier. I still have the courier packet as a momento…

I recently came across a very cute newly-married married couple in a Delhi Metro train. While they smiled, laughed, kissed and hugged each other in gay abandon right in front of my amused eyes, they reminded me of the newly-married couple in my poem ‘Delhi Metro,’ completly immersed in each other’s company. I could feel the dreamy, magical aura they created around themselves and I gave in to the strong temptation to freeze those ecstatic moments forever by clicking their photograph. They are now the hero and the heroine of this poem on Poemhunter. Here is the link:

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-delhi-metro/?m=0

Only Time will tell how this poem will lead its life in future.

Copyright: Jasbir Chatterjee

A Photo-story On Brexit

Recently, a foolish pigeon king borrowed the human concept of territorial integrity and tried to implement it among his fellow pigeons. But before turning it into a law, a discussion with the Elders was necessary.

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Meeting on Brexit -Stay or leave

 

The meeting soon turned into a violent fight and Police had to be called.

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One of the first people to lose their lives was Jo Cox.

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The matter is on hold at present. Let’s see what the future brings…

The Story of Pigeon & The Moon

Once upon a time, there was a pigeon. He was a poet and his name was Shelley. One day, while gazing at the sky from the rooftop he was perched on, he called out to the retreating moon, “Don’t go away yet, dearest! You are immortal, but I may not be around tomorrow.”

“Oh, come on, Shelley! Don’t be ridiculous, “Said the Moon.

Her packing was done and she was just about to disappear for the day. But her love for the poet refused to follow her. Torn between Duty and Love, she decided to listen to her heart. From her heavenly abode, she descended towards earth for just one moment and came close enough for Shelley to look into her eyes…It was a beautiful moment…

I consider myself really fortunate to be able to capture that wonderful picture!

Here are the photos…

 

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