I always feel that India is the unique country where the past, present and future merge together- Indians follow traditions thousands of years old, live surrounded by modern means of communication like anyone else in today’s world, and in cities like Bangalore, develop ideas for the future. Here’s a poem dedicated to the modern Indian-
Following a custom ancient as the hills
Steeped in five thousand years of tradition
I touch my elders’ feet, and my heart fills
With the warmth of their love and benediction,
Thus I begin another promising day
Where I spend time in weighty negotiations
With colleagues sitting across the world half-way
Using latest technological innovations
I am part of the India that’s rising and shining
Contributing to its rapidly growing economy
I am a global Indian admiring the silver lining
I cheer for my country’s budding hegemony
When my job is done, I go home to celebrate
A festival that is part of my heritage
In collusion with family and friends I satiate
A desire to preserve my culture in this cyber age.
The day is not over, I have organized
A late dinner for an international delegation
It’s time to express Western ideas I’ve imbibed
And present my business plans without trepidation.
Back home at bedtime, I read aloud to my child
Fascinating ancient Indian poems and tales
I let our collective imagination run wild
In arousing interest, these stories never fail..
This is my life, and I think I inhabit
Three different worlds, each in a time warp
My spiritual side would in the past fit
My pragmatic side is rooted in the present, sharp
While the dreamer in me resides in the future-
I can say with confidence and pride
This is something only India can nurture
Where the past, present and future lie side by side.