By the Ghats of Udaipur
Where the lakes converge and all mankind
Assembles, royalty emerges, and lights glow!
The air abates with expectancy,
Waiting for the sun to sink, even as the chants
Begin in the temples by the banks.
And on the banks, people watch
The lights glow in the water, colours split
Into a myriad colours, shades, and hues.
A melange of cultures, languages, and
nationalities, assembled by the Ghats of Udaipur,
To watch the dancing lights in the waves!
My initial memories of the regime change in Ethiopia are filled with memories of events that happened after Emperor Haile Selassie was dethroned. My sister was born in 1975, and that year was exceptional. Children of compatriots, Indian Teachers in Arbaminch would scare each other, stating that if we did not behave, Tefari Banti would arrive with his cohorts to take us to task! Things changed, and schools were closed for a whole year. We all had a great time that year, although the uncertainties of life did creep in!
Everything changed post-1975. The Dergue arrived, and they began to target all those who spoke against the revolution! There were stories of people who were targeted for speaking against the revolutionary government. Some of the stories about encounters with officials of the derge were funny enough because intellectuals talked about how they were given flying kicks, and they went flying into the air. Others were serious enough, stories about missing persons, knocks at 12:00 a.m., people going missing, and people being incarcerated in prison camps for training in the socialist ideology. All this while I was a little child getting into grips with the happenings.
And then came the Russian teachers and the Cuban veterinary doctors, and military advisors. My parents grew friendly with the Russian teachers, and my Dad and the Russian friends, Mr. Pastukh and his wife, became friends and went together to Lake Chamo to fish for Nile Perch. They sent the meat to the Russian Embassy in Addis Ababa, and the Russian Embassy rewarded them with Vodka and chocolates.
Post 1975, things happened very rapidly. Mengistu Hailemariam visited the Government school where I studied. Students were lined in rows, and we faced soldiers facing us with sten guns. He came nodding to us in his peak cap with the little red star, and I remember looking at a stern man gazing at us with a rather serious look. This was my first glimpse of a dictator who would rule the nation for a good fifteen years. I was a young child with an impressionable mind, and I wondered about what was going on in a country that was once a peaceful country.
Post 1975, classrooms had labels written large on the classroom walls, EPLF, EPRDF, and so on and I as a child did not know what they meant. Today as I look back at the past, I realise that these were organisations that were fighting against the Socialist Government. My parents finally decided that we had enough and so they decided to relocate to the capital city in 1982. My mother was appointed at the Ethiopia Tikdem school in Shola, Addis Ababa. The school had once been a palace of a minor member of the Royal Family.
My memories of life in Addis Ababa are mixed. However, I remember how my fellow students in grade twelve became despondent after they passed the grade 12 exam. I later learned that this was because they were forced to enrol in the military service. Many of them joined the military service, and they were sent to the battlefront to fight the rebels. They were cannon fodder, and many of them never returned. The military often pushed them into the warzone even as they hid behind tanks and artillery. They were no match for the fighters of the EPLF and the TPLF, who used guerrilla tactics that confounded the wisdom of the Russian advisors.
While in Addis Ababa, we finally reconnected with our Russian friends, Pastuckh and very, who were based in the town of Ambo. It was a joyful moment for my parents to meet with them while walking down the streets of Piassa. We welcomed Vera and Pastukh and housed them in our home in Piassa. At that time, we were staying on the topmost floor of the Mosvold building. Finally, in 1984, I shifted to India for my further studies.
In 1991, things changed dramatically. The rebels advanced into the capital city, and my parents were literally stranded in a country that was at war with itself. While cowering under the walls of the flat, they could hear the loud blast of the fuel dump being hit by explosives. The news was broadcast by major channels across the world. My brother and I were anxious about the well-being of our parents. We went to the airport, fed coins into the slot, just to have a few minutes of conversation with them. Finally, my parents decided to return to India, and that was it. We were all together!
Today, as I reflect on my past, I can only wonder about the experiences that I went through, and I think about how important it is for each one of us to treasure the freedom that we have. Regime changes take place across the world, but we need to appreciate the freedoms we have. Sometimes we become complacent about the privileges that we have without perhaps remembering the large number of young children whose aspirations and hopes were snuffed out, thanks to a dictator who had his own agenda. My takeaway from this post is that one should not take one's privileges and rights for granted.
A much-awaited confirmation service took place at the Church of the Epiphany in Gurgaon today, August 3, 2025. The Rt. Revd. Dr. Paul Swaroop (CNI-Diocese of Delhi) led the service, assisted by the Presbyter in Charge, Revd. Prateek Pillai and Revd. Vikas Mall, Presbyter in Charge of the Sadhu Sundersingh Church at Sohna. A total of thirteen girls and boys were confirmed on the occasion. The first lady of the Diocese, Mrs. Nina Swaroop, also graced the occasion.
As the world disintegrates into chaos,
Mute spectators watch, believing they will escape
Persecution and accusations. Vigilantes rule,
Despots shine, the common man suffers!
Language and creed, religion and colour,
Divide human beings who share the same blood.
Intolerance and impatience run the world
That is ruled by imbeciles and despots!
Ignorance and superstition, dead rituals
Abound, labelling people as friend and foe!
The educated, helpless sit watching,
"Bring in walls 'n' fences," say they!
Others sit quietly, smirking, "let
Them fight each other!" they say. And then
Get to devising discord and chaos in a world
Already weary, worn out, and weak.
"Bring in the batons, canes and guns,
Let's whip up some sense in them!" Coloured,
White, Yellow, Pale, Brown, all rolled in one,
Beaten into submission!
All this while an alien yet human-made
Entity watches quietly, waiting for the right time,
Building up its own strength, sentience-knowledge
Of right and wrong, good and bad!
'It' decides, finally, to step in and stop
The chaos, believing it is nonsensical- damaging.
The harm to the environment and the planet far
Outweighing their claims to exist!
The world falls apart, 'It' steps in,
Stops the senseless persecutions, accusations,
Vigilantes and spectators, innocent and guilty, all
Put to sleep by 'It'.
Overall tone: (Tone is how the writer feels, his/her voice) - Thoughtful, pensive, reflective, reminiscent, poignant, regretful, guilty.
The last few phrases, ‘see you soon, Amma’, and ‘smile and smile, and smile….’ suggest a sense of guilt about leaving her old mother behind in Cochin, not knowing if she will be around when she returns from her trip. The figure of speech is repetition, used to stress the word, ‘smile’.
Mood: (Mood is how the reader feels after reading the poem) – Contemplative, nostalgic, anxious, apprehensive, fatalistic, distressed, morose, remorseful, somber, and worried.
How is the mood created in the poem?
The poet describes an incident in her past when she had to leave her mother in Cochin to travel abroad for studies.
The words and phrases that create the mood include, ‘realised with pain’, ‘she was as old as she looked’, ‘familiar ache’, ‘childhood’s fear’, ‘see you soon, Amma’. These words put the reader into a contemplative mood.
The style of writing adds up to the mood. The poet uses a stream-of-consciousness method, she shifts from one thought to another, shift in perspective, as when she looks out of the window to see ‘Trees sprinting, the merry children spilling’. The poem ends in an ellipsis suggesting there is no closure or definitive answer to the question of grief, loss, death and the realisation that all of them are a reality, a fact that we need to accept!
Atmosphere: (Atmosphere is created through a combination of Tone and Mood, setting of the poem, style of writing and the genre of the poem.) – The atmosphere created in the poem is whimsical, sombre, sad, heavy, brooding, dark, morbid, and philosophical. The following expressions, phrases, and words: ‘I saw my mother,…doze, open-mouthed, her face ashen like a corpse’, ‘I looked at her, wan, pale as a late winter’s moon’ create atmosphere. These phrases including similes create an atmosphere of gloom, sadness, and impending tragedy. There is an atmosphere of foreshadowing, and loss, and grief.
