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Sharad Mama

Updated: Nov 25


Barely in my teens, I thought I was cool


After all, I could eat green chilis


Mama didn’t take me for a fool


Still, I took his challenge to have ten for ten rupees



He had a naughty grin on his face


And a booming voice


He was king of all he surveyed


You didn’t really have much of a choice



He wasn’t just a family elder


To whom you had to listen


But a natural leader


You could hardly question





His home was where all would gather


And his extended family would vacation


It’s where the party was for fellow officers


No matter the Air Force station



Playing host was forever his and Mami’s thing


For them cooking was an art


He was big on food and drink


Just like his moustache and heart





He was incharge of Air Traffic Control


You felt he could pull anything off


Managing airspace and pilots was his role


Also, nephews in shorts – you know what I’m speaking of



Long ago he enjoyed his rum and cigars


Later, whisky on the rocks and tambaku


Played bridge, rummy, teen patti – he did like his cards


On a separate note, he once traced and brought home my brother, Kaku!



About him there are many stories to tell


And to share them all may not be fit


He made folks laugh like hell


One time, I inhaled his sweaty armpit





He recently left for his final trip

The man called Makhan for his complexion

Will be greatly missed

But after his last battle, you can be sure he’s rocking it in heaven.