# Living in Borivili

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**Author:** P. Devarajan
 **Pages:** 48 **Year of Publication:** 2010 **Price:**
HB Rs 150, FB Rs 100 **ISBN:** HB 978-81-8157-983-6 (9788181579836) FB 978-81-8157-
984-3 (9788181579843)

_**About the Author**_
 P. Devarajan was born on June 26, 1947 in Kottarakara Village(
Kollam district). Soon afterwards, his family moved to Calcutta where he grew up.
In 1970 he moved to Mumbai and he continues to live there. He has worked as a business
journalist with _The Times of India, Business Standard, Financial Express_ and _The
Hindu_’s _Business Line_. He takes a strong interest in wildlife and ecology and
has written articles on environmental concerns facing India for _The Hindu_. Devarajan’s_**
Some Poems 2009**_ was also published by **Writers Workshop** in 2010. You can read
more of his poems on his blog by clicking [here](http://glassofrum.blogspot.in/).

_**Teaser**_

_My generation_

An old friend of mine (now, no more),
 talked of scary night walks across farmlands
from Pindi to Delhi, on shaking, unshod feet at the head of a family of 18 women
and children. They smoked with hatred, soiled with blood – anybody, everybody, nobody.
It was not a time to be born, but born we were, my generation, not into any nation.
We were not fated, we were our fate. Fix bare, apartment-sized hearts with TV and
Internet; switch on the mobile, turn off the neighbour. Never appreciate the soaring
crested hawk eagle nor the knock of the house sparrow on the window sill. On auspicious
days buy gold bars at bank counters; climb into cars, nudge a few trees and the 
poor off the roads; self we realize in selfishness; despair, when reminded of an
old man’s discount sales of custom-made hearts baked in love; built Rajghat when
two bullets put him down. Not a cigarette butt of honesty we own, the mean generation,
scrawling a future in the air with ballpoint pens.

_**Contents**_
 36 poems