Within days of my being chargesheeted in the 2G kickback case, I received a mail from someone calling himself ‘Spirited Malayali’. He claims he had penned a few lines of poetry which he wanted to share with me. It went like this:
‘My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of Spect(rum) I had drunk
Or emptied some dull wavelengths to the drains
One minute past, and Raja-like I am sunk...’
Now, the spirited gentleman claims the verse is an original, but it’s plain to see that he’s adapted the opening lines from Keats’ Ode To a Nightingale. Not that it particularly bothered me. You see, funny poems always cheer me up and, as for originality, I’m not the fussy type, being a fan of ‘inspired’ Tamil films and songs.
Incidentally, ever since I was framed by the CBI, several friends in the DMK have been trying to make me see the silver lining. “Kani, every mass...