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Delhiwale: Meet the scientist with poetic instincts

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Source : Hindustan Times

Ranjana Agrawal spent her entire life in a profession far from the world of literature. Her natural instinct for poetry, however, never got muted.

Ranjana Agarwal Her fridge is from 1977. Her dining table dates back to 1983. The sky blue Maruti 800 is from 1985. The sofa is from 1987. But poet Ranjana Agrawal’s house is new. In fact, she moved to north Delhi this July. “I’d been so occupied with its construction that it was tough to find time for poems but, of course, I continued writing.” In her late 60s, Ms Agrawal has spent all her life in subjects far from the world of literature — she retired as a principal scientist in the Indian Agricultural Statistics Research Institute. “I received kavita (poetry) in my life as an inheritance.” Her mother, Shanti Agrawal, too is a poet. R A It’s a coincidence that while Ms Agrawal lives alone, her first collection of poems is appropriately titled Bheed Se Hatkar, or Far from the Crowd. The book was published a decade ago, and since then, many of her later poems have appeared in literary journals, anthologies and magazines. As with most poets, Ms Agrawal’s instinct for poetry is mysterious. “Poetry happens by itself. Many a times they come as a revelation… sometimes they first write themselves in the mind… when I was still working as a scientist, an idea would strike me in an office meeting and I would immediately pen down a few lines on the back of my notepad…”. Ms Agrawal shares one of her poems, as translated from Hindi, with us: AND YET Dialogue between heart and body is fading And yet we continue consulting our egos Selfish ends are blessed with longevity The higher values of life have turned into mirages The destinations are hazy, the journey is tiring And yet we continue worshipping our egos All the hymns for peace are forgotten In memories are sorrows, sorrows and sorrows Long broken is the bond of eyes with sleep And yet we continue practicing our egos The heart is grabbed like Abhimanyu in a trap Each heart beat like distressed Arjuna seeks Krishna Krishna, who would show the path to self realization And yet we continue building our egos
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