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|Terra Woman (standard:Fan Fiction, 999 words)|
|Author: Juggernaut||Added: Nov 01 2010||Views/Reads: 1474/881||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A graduate student attempts to write a calypso with inspiration from an unlikely sad character.|
Terra Woman By Subba Rao “You should write a calypso,” said Mahabir, a tall, lanky, fair skinned East Indian technician. “Me?” Juggernaut was surprised. “Yeah.” “I have trouble writing a research paper, let alone a calypso.” “Most Calypsonians were common folks, some never went to school, you know,” said Mahabir in a matter of fact way. “How about calypsonian Chalkdust?” “Well, he was a teacher.” Mahabir agreed. “You lived in Trinidad long enough to write a calypso.” Mahabir was insistent. After several days trying to concentrate, Juggernaut came out empty in writing a single line. “Every time I try writing lyrics for calypso, Hari Om Sharan Hindu Bhajans comes to mind,” complained Juggernaut. “Boy, all you think is about Bhajans and Bigan Bhajji you know,” ridiculed Mahabir. “I know, I just can't get rid of Hari Om Sharan Bhajans, they stuck in my mind,” “I hope he will drop some lines for me to write a calypso.” “To write a calypso you have to get into a mood,” said Mahabir lighting a Broadway cigarette, his favorite brand, strong but a cheap brand. “Shall I smoke a cigarette to get into mood?” “No, boy, you have to think about women,” “Calypso is all about love and women.” Mahabir let stream of dense smoke out through his nostrils. “OK.” “Instead sitting at your desk, stand near the window and watch the girls walk by,” “Look so many pretty girls walking towards the computer center,” said Mahabir rushing towards the large window next to the PH meter. “Just looking at girls won't create any lyrics in my mind,” Juggernaut ran behind Mahabir to watch the girls. “No, but then you get into a mood to concentrate and then lyrics will follow.” “Let me tell you, it is like inoculating culture media with Rhizobium in a Petri dish,” Mahabir was known for his inoculating skills in the lab, even senior scientists seek his help to grow pure cultures. “I don't know, Hari Om Sharan still lingers in my mind.” “Girls will slowly replace Hari Om Sharan, keep watching girls.” Mahabir walked away to his lab next door. After several attempts writing lyrics in between distillations and titrations, Juggernaut wrote a few lyrics for calypso. “Mahabir, I wrote a calypso, you want to hear?” shouted Juggernaut from his desk to Mahabir in the next room. “Let me hear,” Mahabir came running. Juggernaut started reading: “Your skin is as soft as Aripo fine sand.” Click here to read the rest of this story (94 more lines)
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