SLAM'S ON

Above you, the whirring fan
insists all journeys are circular
as if you have returned
to a place all quite familiar.
The strident sounds repaint a picture
seen long before this first day
waking up again in India.
Just unplug your foreigner's brain
and start to dream in Hindi.
- Hotel Room, Delhi, 1989

Lost on the North Shore Line,
I'm travelling Sydney, station
by station, starting from quiet suburbs. The sun's honey
drips down through the foliage.
Back to tie up loose ends
I see this is no longer my city.
- Lost on the City Circuit

Above me, there are books on an Ikea shelf,
though I live on Ithaca time. A two decade
journey far from my gum tree birth land,
I have travel tales in me and past life epics
collected from continents, carried all the way
by jet, train and bus. Now I am grateful,
waking next to her - my one soft constant.
- Views from My Apartment

Excerpts from Chris Mooney-Singh's 'The Laughing Buddha Cab Company.'


The poems are a reflection of Chris's journey through life. A former journalist, who wrote poems along with articles, Chris embraced Sikhism in 1989. Born in Australia of Australian-Irish descent, he spent over a decade in India before moving to Singapore. His writing shows his deep love, understanding and appreciation of places visited, lived in and loved. He's performed at various literary festivals and in 2003 he
started organising literary events full time. Over the next couple of months, he founded the Poetry Slam in Singapore. Next year, the successful slam, which has drawn several young ones to the world of performance poetry travels to Malaysia. The biggest achievement of Word Forward though is the birth of several young ones. This is reflected in the work of Marc Daniel Nair, Pooja Nansi and Bani Haykal. Their work gets due justice through the covers that tell a thousand poems too. Ketna Patel, the creator of Asian pop art - think Rupee Room, think colour, think character, think stories - has designed more than the covers. As you read the poems, sketches tell another tale. Speaking to Ketna is another journey into the life of the book. Looking at the finished product for the first time, she remembers which one of the sketches was born at Coffee Bean, which one at home, the interviews. Hearing that process is much a joy as reading these poems. They leave me with things to ponder about, the biggest of which is why Chris-Mooney Singh's voice was ignored in a recent anthology that brought together the works Australian and Singaporean poets?

OVERDUE BUT

I've been out of the blogosphere and pretty much every other sphere for the past couple of weeks. No, I wasn't on the road again, just the usual demands on one's life. Yes, these are lame excuses, yet a possible/logical explanation for the over-due congratulatory post.

Those of you who have followed Amit Varma's lucid prose, the news of the award that is his, will come as no surprise. For those of you who haven't read his work yet, India Uncut is the perfect place to start.

The Bastiat Prize for Journalism is his. Yes, that candlestick beats the cash. Though Amit fielded off competition from 280 other scribes. With that, he joins the select ranks of past winners Tim Harford (Financial Times), Mary Anastasia O’Grady (Wall Street Journal) and Robert Guest (The Economist).

For a closer look at what the contest was like, head here and don't forget giving Amit that well-deserved email pat.

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Closer home, congratulations are also (over)due to Balli Kaur. She's sitting comfortably in her lovely little room at the University of East Anglia in UK as I pen this. All thanks to the prestigious T K Wong fellowship that Balli won to work on her first novel.

She sent me an excerpt of the writing that helped her clinch the award and it sure has me pining for more:


Six weeks later, Amrit left the house in the middle of the night and didn’t return. Narin was the last to know because he had become so difficult to reach. It took a phone call from his father to the Dean, who sent a resident advisor to tell him in person........

As he packed his room for his return home, he pulled out the suitcase from under his bed. Thoughts of Amrit, her body mangled and abandoned somewhere flooded his mind and made it hard for him to focus. His hands shook as he unzipped the suitcase. There were things in there that he could throw out to make room for what he had acquired in America. Shot glasses. Photographs. Movies on video that were never released back home. A clock radio.

Tears stung his eyes as he emptied the suitcase. He never expected the smells of his home to remain so well-preserved in this bag. Sandalwood and fennel drifted into the hard winter air and tinted the iron skies a rich orange. The coldness evaporated and in its place, a blast of warmth. Then Narin saw his thick-soled shoes. Amrit had done most of the last minute packing. Probably out of mischief, she’d removed the shoes from his other suitcase and placed them in this one. Narin didn’t care how loudly he was crying – it was the first and last time he would do such a thing for his sister and in all the years after, he would be reticent. Fellow students peered anxiously from the doorway asking if he needed anything but he would only stop grieving when he picked up the shoes and found them sitting flatly on a dictionary, a Holy Book and a popular novel.

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Balli had appeared on the show shortly before she packed her bags for the UK together with Chris Mooney-Singh, the brains behind Writers Connect and author Richard Lord.

Chris started the group in June 2004 for writers to give and get feedback on each others' work. Over the years, its grown slowly yet surely. And Balli's success is clear proof. She discussed some of her writing at the sessions the group has held at the Earshot Café @The Arts House.

Chris and his lovely wife Savinder have been in the news recently. And its fantastic to see two wonderful people get the attention they truly deserve.