From: srsurapa@mtu.edu (Surapanani)
Subject: Lassi -A Poem
Organization: Michigan Technological University
Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1992 20:02:51 GMT

               Sucker

   Shortly after the bigbang
      the universe came into existence
      and with it came adam and eve
      and from their love and hate relationship
      came a stork and with it a child, or so they said
      and the cycle repeated until the present

   Long after the discovery of solar system
      the man landed on the moon
      and the same year a child was born
      in the land of holy cows and magic fakirs

   With time, the child grew up into a young lad
      fascination and a sense of adventure
      brought him to the west, 
      away from his motherland
      into the land of milk and honey,
      which they called Uncle Sam

   As time went by, the lad yearned for the lassi
      from the land of holy cows and magic fakirs
      so he found one, pure and cool
      but before he could taste and savor
      a winter storm struck and
      incredibly, the lassi went sour.

   Angry and helpless at the fate, the lad went nuts
      and the others who saw his predicament
      offered him many a drink, as a replacement
      from American cokes
      to French wines
      from Jewish hebrew
      to Finnish exquisites
      from Chinese herb tea
      to Mexican margaritas
      from Scottish champagne
      to Italian rum
      and even sometimes fake lassi made in Uncle Sam
      but nothing quenched the lad thirst
      as he yearned for a pure and cool lassi
      made in the land of holy cows and magic fakirs

   The onlookers stared at the lad,
      and talked about his thirst for the lassi
      which the lad couldn't seem to find
      sometimes they cajoled, and
      sometimes they harrased, but nothing could
      change or quench, the thirst of the young lad
      they called him crazy, and they called him weird
      they called him stupid, and they called him dumb
      until the DCBA could take no more and winced in pain
 
(DCBA= Desi Cowboy Branded by America)
       
   As time went by, the lad grew weary of the thirst
      searching for the oasis of lassi 
      in the land of milk and honey,covered by showers of snow
      but all he could find to wet his scorched tongue
      was mirages, recurring in his dreams

   As he looked around at the story of his creation
      a sheepish grin started to appear on his face and 
      like a spoiled kid currying attention from his childish pranks
      he seemed to drain the nectar of happiness
      from the notoriety of his fable

   As he grew older, the lad became wiser
      with a new found wisdom, he seemed to acquire
      and yet he decided to wait 
      until he can find the lassi, pure and cool
      from the land of holy cows and magic fakirs
      knowing that sometimes the pleasure 
      one could find in the hunger and thirst
      is as good as the satisfaction of fulfillment
      and the aftertaste that lingers on

   Many a person came to know about this story
      of the PIGS(Proud Indian Grad Student)
      for his thirst for lassi, pure and cool
      from the land of holy cows and magic fakirs
      and some looked at the lad with awe and respect
      and some with disdain and disbelief
      but all of them had one single thought
      and said in unison
   
   what a "Sucker" he is.  



                              Srini Surapanani

       ( The Cowboy from the land of holy cows and magic fakirs)
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