FAR FROM THE MADDING LIFE.

Of late though, on the first day of the fourth quarter of January,
The annual routine New Year picnic of colleagues was organized.
It was all about his party and his day, devoid of her,
Not to mention, the contents being the cause of masculinisation. .
Taking relief for a day from the tough and madding life,
Away from everyday encounters with numerous travelling crowd,
We were in a mood to have a lot of fun and jollification from dawn to dusk.

The bus packed with fifty odd friends and staffers,
Started on the sun rise from the station,our work place.
With Sayari ,Gajjal and Haiku demands from friends,
Pradipta enchanted among claps and shrieks on that one hour journey.
"I see your love for me and my works, thanks." he bowed.
Music at intervals continued until the bus reached Madku island on Arpa river,
A five hundred meter long, quarter of that wide picnicker's paradise.

Pakoda, wada, ghugni, chana masala, salads for the breakfast,
With tea, coffee and cold drinks for those who had preferred,
Were arranged on a table instantly by the organizers.
"Its party time," were the words to initiate the enjoyment,
Music was on to augment the entertainment.
The only natives of the island, some monkeys wishing to participate,
Were frightened away by the gunshots of a friend.

Tables and chairs were placed in knee-deep river water,
For the second and most desirable as well as popular round.
Glasses clashed and "cheers"  echoed with laughter,
It was time for the daughter of grapes to enter the throats,
And take them to her sweet but dangerous invocation,
Roasted chicken, meatballs and fish fries being her companions.
Some chickens,fishes and a goat sacrificed their life for the occasion.

Glasses emptied, contents of plates thrown in to stomach on quick successions,
Until chairs with men began to float on the cold river water,
Sayarian and Gajjals from pradipta and jokes from others added to the colors.
Yes, he is no saint and do not hesitate to sheer away once in a blue moon.
"If it is wrong then it should not be done and if it is right then no need to hide."
Thanks to the organizers they carried everyone  to the bus,
Only when the evening approached and the darkness engulfed the island.