Sunday, 5 January 2014

New Woman





Blast from the past.
Year- 1997, Poem- New Woman !!!!

Oh Beautiful ! 
You are the woman who has risen,
From the fettered graves of slavery.
Guiding your pain 
Through the closed walls of your inner horizon.
You have nurtured a tempest 
With the ashes of your cindered reverie.

Pioneering a path where you shall never return
To the mourning realm of your heinous past.
The awakening of verve could seldom be deferred.
You had to move places as the dice was already cast.

And now,
You are empowered to swallow freedom in your ravenous trap.
And to carve the words which were stifled from being spoken.
Incinerating the cultural norms and sacrilegious scrap.
You have scorched the rules meant to be broken.



CCK

One of my favorite painting Artist- Amrita Sher- Gil

Amrita Shergill, an eminent Indian painting artist, a stunningly beautiful woman with amazing talent. Amrita's art has influenced generations of Indian artists and her depiction of the plight of women has made her art a beacon for women at large both in India and abroad. A classic artist who flawlessly imbibed the complexities of her life within her beautiful paintings. The beauty about her work is the intricate yet innate marination of modern sensibilities with traditional values.
Of all her beautiful paintings, I liked this one.. It is a self painting nevertheless there is something about the picture and her expression that makes me want to look back a million times.

Monday, 1 July 2013

Mirth and Mystics...




Druthers abound
Almost bewildered
Take a chance
To paint my love
Beyond the confines
With mirth and mystics’
Sire magic on my canvas
With the crayons of my dreams
Every hue every shade
Ah, life is precious



CCK

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Lost in my fantasia ......



Here, the vernal moon rains, imbruing orb’s bosom.
The refulgent stars, mired in a reverie.
The sparkling azure, larking in carousal.
The rascally dews, viciously spewing.
The aubade scampers, in amour-propre,
To doze beneath the hills, in an orange blanket.
Rouge in the rainbow abjures to crescent,
The hexad kins butter her with hued presents.
The skittish lightning peeps through the walls,
While the comets duet, in the praise of cosmos.
Wayfaring clouds tweaking gems from the space.
Raucous thunder scarfing the sunset.
While the star shines down on me,
I clasp and taste the sheening moon dust.
With the studded velvet blanket awning me.
I lay down in peace, lost in my fantasia.


CCK

Saturday, 6 October 2012

Bangles





The sparkling glass
encircling my wrist.
Breath life and 
quivers with charm,
Dispelling darkness,
they enlighten a mist.
In silence they dangle, 
at the mouth of my arm.

Exuberant shades,
striking the vitals of my wall.
Cements a devoted bond,
with my femininity.
The tantalizing tingles,
nurture a call.
Proclaiming this to be
my indispensable amenity.

The magical tone ,
magnetizing my mate
Is the ethical language,
of my Ineffable mind.
Being beautiful, 
is her only trait.
Ornate without her 
is surely pined.

Illuminating a sheen
with vanishing forms,
I heard her tingles
rendering a shadow.
I muse however,
If it is her norm,
To shower, 
Mystical myrtles,
over a meadow.

Bangles!!!Bangles!!!
How I wonder,
Does she spangle?
Yes, she does all.
Does she dangle?
No ,she dances!!!

CCK

Friday, 17 June 2011

Familiar Anomaly


An insight,

Insidious and vicious.
I scamper !
I yearn !
I fret !
I let !
An instant,
I see the dawn,
Pouring like mote
Through the horizon
Into the wilderness .
An instant,
I feel the dusk,
With her clutches,
Suffocating my air,
Refracting skewness .
One moment,
I bask in refulgence
Of life, of mirth,
Another moment,
I steep in indulgence
Of shadows, of death .
I beckon my spirits,
For they will live like kings .
I swerve their shadows,
For they will perish like peasants.
Nevertheless,
I marvel my life,                              Teeming an abyssal dichotomy !
Neverthelss,
I marvel the life,
Treading a familiar anomaly.

CCK

Friday, 10 December 2010

The Abandoned Nutcrackers Dating Trilogy


Somewhere deep down in the abyss of my mind, I could see a beautiful lagoon with varied hues, an aura very distinctive in shape, like a baby's bottom, its soft moulds looked like mountain peaks with the sun already high above them. It seemed like I was lost in a beautiful song offering unrivaled views of it's surrounds. It was a clear soothing evening in late summer, birds chorused in the forest below and hawks circled high in the sky, bees buzzed around the flowers under my feet. Millions and millions of trees aligned like army men ready to parade and the forest stretched so far away that even the Hubble telescope could see no end to it.

As I moved into the forest, the lanes became thinner and thinner until it gave way to flat prairie land full of exuberant hues, chirping birds, cascading streams and the sweet scent of mahogany. As the lanes got thinner, my hopes went higher.

What if I meet my Prince charming? This could be my day, I was so thrilled and then I could see something. Oh Yes!!!People!!May be they work for my prince, I thought. It was the moment I was waiting for all these years, I ran towards them and stopped. The smile on my face disappeared looking at those five faces.

Tring!! Tring!! Tring!! Tring!!!

Happy Birthday Su!!!Oh No!! Another dream ...I sulked.

My Name is Su alias Supriya and this is a sneak peek of a day in my life.

I softly opened my eyes knowing what was going to happen. My tryst with five faces, the ones I dreamt about, actually the ones who incorporated themselves in my dreams, they had to be everywhere. 

“Happy Birthday Su, I profoundly welcome you once again to this world of Dichotomy, irony nonetheless bountiful of surprises and happiness. I thank you for soliciting your substantial presence in my life.”

“Oh!! Thanks Mom ! I am a very gracious recipient of your generosity and munificence.”

Sheila was rolling on the floor laughing, I asked her to shut her mouth. Let me introduce Sheila, she is my conscious, my aspiring spirit, my soul mate, my partner and my only spiritual friend because the normal mortals run away from me  just by having a sneak peek of my family from a  minimum distance of 2 Miles .Sheila was my only source of rationality without her I would be mad by now. Finally Sheila stopped laughing, I was embarrassed.

My mom Maya is such a personality, she is a Public speaker and has been one all her life. We have to put up with her mannerisms even at home.Eventually she does not mean half of what she says. Mom seldom does this on deliberation, dad tells me it is soaked in her blood. Dad fell in love with mom in a public meeting where she was campaigning for the welfare of the physically challenged children. Nevertheless I loved my mom, she is beautiful, kind, a lovely cook and of course a speech master.
Happy Birthday Su darling!! 

May you have all the mirth in life but I don't think its possible nevertheless I don't want to sound cynical. When I was in Vietnam fighting the Indians I was always thinking about starting a foundation for kids and celebrating their birthdays with grandeur, unfortunately I had to stay there to contest for local elections.

Thank you Dad!! You are great, but Vietnam War was with the US right??

Dad said, “No darling it was with Indians first and then the US dropped in to help them.” I said, “Wow Dad!! You have more information than my history text book”. 

Sheila whispered “Your father is one big bag of delusions, his stories are impossible to believe”. I stared at her and she kept mum. 


My Dad Ras was a hardcore megalomaniac but he would kill us if we pointed it out. He was a self assumed optimist with gallons of mystic wrapped within. I loved him though, he is a great Dad.

Ha...Ha...Ha...P...P...PIES...BA...BA …Birr… DA… DA …DAY… SSS SU!!

Thank you Uncle Roy!

Uncle Roy, my dad's brother, he stammered a little and had huge complex about it. He loves me a lot, I love him too except for one thing in him which I disliked the most. He ogles at older women right in their face, err… not face exactly in surrounding landscapes. The worst part is he does it right in front of his family and neither have they had any issues with it nor the older women. When I say older women I mean, old women, my grandma's classmates. 

He had many dates with her friends but was seriously in love with one of them few months ago. She was 65, had wrinkles like a 1000 year old tree and died due to a heart attack the day they had sex. Uncle Roy was shattered, he has not dated any one since.

Sheila and I found it disgusting, we had to find a date for him which was the agenda for my Birthday!!


Happy Birthday Supriya!! May you live long like my denim jean trousers and smell fresh like my red socks”haha... 

Thank you grandpa, love you!!!

My grandpa, an intense gentleman, except for the fact that he is one of the most substantial reason for which my Family has been tagged “Abandoned Nutcrackers” by the civilians. He has a rare sense of humor beautifully marinated with kleptomania. He has this zany mannerisms which scares people .Few instances of his legendary are  like pulling pants down ,not his others pants, repeating the conversation till the other person runs away and so on, there are so many in the list. He has been arrested many times and he brags about it. Nonetheless I love him, he is one crazy little sweet fellow!!

Yappy Berthdai Dearu! I yap somethingu specialu to giving you, liking, I happy.

“Grandma what is it”? I woke up and galloped to the living room.

There stood a mannequin clad in a beautiful pink gown, looked like a wedding gown resting under the shade of a peach tree. I hugged her and tears of joy cascaded down my droopy eyes. She hugged me and kissed my cheek and said “Havingu a gooddu day my dollu”.

My Grandmother was the only sane sole in our family. She spoke broken English mixed with Kannada with the confidence of Barrack Obama. She knitted our family into one fine fabric. Without her, our family would be in a mental asylum. Our neighbors bear with all of us only for the sake of my grandma. She is my Icon, my inspiration and my love.

 I hated birthdays, they always gave me creeps and mostly the memory of my last Birthday still lingers in my mind like the dripping cheese from a Mac Donald burger. I lost all my friends on that day.

It was a normal weird day for me. I was looking forward for the Birthday party and mostly for that hunk living next door. 

I begged my mom to invite him, she said “I shall endeavor with my best foot forward to cordially acquaint myself with them and shall invite them to our epoch of incandescence “.


I said “Whatever Mom”, with a gleaming smile and a picture of kissing him, in my mind.

Late in the evening, the party was going good...Great Music, good food, lovely crowd, that hunk staring at me, I thought this is heaven until my family dropped in. I introduced them to all my friends and they got started.

Mom said, “Hello, Good evening and welcome to all knotted to this vicious circle of life to the most refreshing lifetime experience. This epoch is certainly going to metamorphose our lives into a gigantic ball of gleaming refulgence. Firstly allow me to welcome our chief guests my father Mr. Das, mother Mrs. Reni, my husband Mr. Ras, my brother Mr. Roy, my sweet child Su and last but not the least my lovable audience. We hope you have a good time here, we have lots of fun and good food lined up for you.”She yelled so loud that one of our window panes cracked and few of my friends ran out of the house.

Mom seldom noticed it, she went inside to finish her chores and dad in his red embarrassing skimpy gown got started. He told them his stories in Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan, the story of bloodshed, slitting people and eating them, he also made scary faces to add effects to his presentation. He also told them about his trip to heaven and how god sang Lady Marmalade with all the costume and red lipstick, he also danced like Christina Aguilera in his red skimpy costume, as if that wasn't enough my grandpa pulled my dad's panties down and he had nothing under. Both started laughing and all my friends galloped like a mad horse. Grandpa had stolen all their shoes and they had to run barefoot. Next day we had a cop scorching for him.

I promised myself never to invite anybody home ever. Nobody has spoken to me since. 

I was hurt but now I am very happy with Sheila. 


This year I am prepared to forgo my worries and find a young date for Uncle Roy. 
I got dressed in that pink gown and I looked like an angel any man would die for.

Grandma asked “Su what you to be doing today?” in her language. She was asking about my plans, I said “I just want to relax at home and maybe we could go out for a stroll in the evening”, she smiled and nodded.

Mom had made World's best pineapple pancake, she asked me about my plans too.

“Su dear! Do you have any agenda that can be reviewed and scheduled accordingly?”.


I just nodded and she knew that was a Leave me alone sign.

Dad, Grandpa and Uncle Roy were about to leave for a stroll, I did not want another police case. I offered to accompany them, so all of us went to Cathedral Park. It is a family park situated in the center of Mysore city, we loved that place and used to visit once a week. I spent most of my childhood there and have millions of sweet memories attached to it. In the park dad was meditating, grandpa was scorching for shoes and uncle ogling at older women.

Sheila and I were thinking about million ways of getting Uncle Roy hooked, she gave me weird ideas and on the contrary I was tenaciously endeavoring to be rational. 

She said “Uncle Roy stammers, we can hook him up with a girl who has sympathy for such kinds”. This is incorrigible Sheila, how can you be so down market, I am trying to find someone who loves him, did you get my point”?

What is this charade all about, who is getting it, the wind? 

I just turned back to see where this was coming from. Oh good heavens the hunk from neighborhood, it was almost a year since I saw him.

 He came to me and said “Hello Supriya, my name is Sri, your hunky neighbor and I profoundly apologize for my behavior on your birthday last year, I was really silly. It's not your fault, we all are weird in our own ways. It dint occur to me that time, I was a fool but I regret now for all that I have done, I apologize for being so immature. I wanted to tell you this from a long time but never found you alone. I came with grandma for a stroll, just saw you and followed you”. 

He smiled, I felt like a million bubbles bursting in my heart, such a beautiful dimple, big enough for me to drown in it. I couldn't look into his eye, he was too handsome. I did not want to get into this again.

I thanked him and said” I am sorry, I never knew your name, your cuteness is very overwhelming for me and override my intentions to know anything else about you. You are also bestowed with a good heart which is like an icing to my attraction, thank you for being there”.

Meanwhile grandpa stole a pair of shoes and had pulled the pants of a lady exercising, who was chasing him now.

 Sheila yelled “Look at grandpa something has gone wrong”. I had to run, so just mumbled something to him and ran to grandpa's rescue. We hid the shoes behind the bush and embarked on a conversation like nothing had happened. Sri couldn't understand anything, he came running behind me. 

“What happened?” he asked.

Grandpa told him with a huge laughter as if he had won a battle “I had peed in my pants, so I am really embarrassed to get up, Su is just giving me company not in peeing but in sitting...haha.

Sri was amused, he gave me an “Oh this is weird look” I was accustomed to that by now.

Dad and Uncle Roy joined us. They began their stories, dad of foreseeing Osama as the president of US and Uncle Roy of admiring the beautiful 60s bottom in the park. I had to walk the three safely to our house before Sri could regret his apology. 

We said goodbye to him and walked towards the entrance.

Sheila told me “Why don't you keep the shoes out, that person must be searching for it”. I told dad “You guys carry on, I left my bag in the park and I shall join you shortly”. They left and I was searching for the shoes and couldn't find them.

 “Are you searching for these”?? Sri was holding those shoes with a grin which was so close to grinding a hole in my mind. I smiled and said “Yes! Thank you”, may I have them. He said of course but only if my grandmother says yes.

I was shocked, it was his grandmother's rear that was paraded and shoes stolen.
 I knew he knew it, I was embarrassed.

 Before I could say anything, Sri asked “How about today evening 6 pm at my pool”.
You mean like a date, I exclaimed!!, he said "Yes. I always wanted to date you". 

Sheila was oscillating with joy, I said “No Sri, I am not ready as yet. I want my uncle to get a date first, I want him to happy”.

Sri laughed at me, I was annoyed. He held my hand and turned me around.

OH MY GOD!!It was Uncle Roy and Sri’s grandma, they were kissing, I felt the ground beneath my feet crack. Sri said “I think the beautiful 60s bottom Uncle Roy was talking about belongs to my grandma and she likes him too, why wouldn't she? I stood like a stone, this is not right, my Grandfather  pulled her trousers and uncle rather than warning him, was busy admiring her rear , a 60 year old date!! 

Why am I born in this family??

Sheila told me “May be this is what he wants, I am sure it's not just her bottom, there should be something more which attracted them towards each other so instantly, let him have it, we only want him to be happy. I felt Sheila is right.

Sri, Sheila and I saw Uncle Roy and Sri’s grandma walking hand in hand gradually disappearing in the lanes just like in my dreams. I was happy, this time for Uncle Roy.
Sri asked me again “What about 6 PM? 

 I said “How about 5 PM”?

 I reached home, hugged mom and told her about my date. She said “An ideal date should marinate outward circumstances and inward necessity”.

“Whatever mom” I said and danced away to my room to choose my dress for the evening.

Sheila sighed “Finally a date for Uncle Roy” I said “Yes and one for me too,” we smiled.

 I wore a beautiful red gown with ruby necklace and bracelet. 

Sheila told me I looked like a princess. It is my first date with a handsome guy in a very romantic place, I was excited. 


When I rang the doorbell, he opened it for me, seemed like no one else was at home. We danced like peacocks in the rain, we ate like pigs and joked about our lives. 

We laughed our hearts out and then he kissed me on my cheek and said “You are too responsible for your age and that is what attracted me the most, how old are you, Ten?? I said “No, Twelve! He was surprised “You look very young to be Twelve.I said “You look very young to be Twenty too. “I am only Twelve Su, he retorted”. Oh really!! I gave him a puzzled look and we both laughed.

CCK

Wednesday, 20 October 2010

Potato Chips





I wonder, when and why
You buried me in thy soil of lie,
Let me spring with joy
Plowed my spirits with trifles of coy
Seeded me with ounces of dearth
Cascaded into me sprinkles of mirth
Wonder the plot of your vicious mind
To soak your manure so opined
I grew like a girl so scrawny
In your ever gleaming torch of irony
My other pleas to you my life
Play the tunes of my favorite fife
Let my spirits of crop grow
Let my essence of tuber show
Cut open my strife and stress
Clean all the spots and mess
Scrape me off my skin so dead
Salt and mold me In your finest tread
Embrace me with your oiled clips
Enjoy me, I am your Potato Chips


CCK

Thursday, 8 October 2009

Festival of lights



I Ponder…
I fly...
I sulk…
I smile….
No more contemplating “The Why”
I reach out
With my voracious clasp
To the screaming spirits...
Convulsing beneath the abyss...
Trying to behold
In the Scorching Fizz….
I uproot them and scatter
Beyond the yonder skies...
And then..! What do I see...?
My Landscape so bright...
I look up and wonder…
My spirits shining high...
I Thank…
I relish...
I fathom...
I ravish…
“The Festival of lights”.

CCK

Monday, 31 August 2009

Death Wish


Thoughts detonate
In my whims...
Like a drop of light in grim

I Flutter
With a pair of wings
In the morning sun
And vanish

I sulk
In the fabric of darkness
Into which I dissolve
And vanish

I ponder
over emptiness
beneath those walls
of four dimensions

I plunder
Deep into my roots
The less it seems
I shall ever know….

I trivialize
Our tiny lives,
flame the dream
behind those fiery screams
swallowing worlds
And spitting out steams

I wander,
In the realm of my past...
In the closet of my present...
In the crypt of my Future...
Seen, done and wasted...
Making a Death Wish.

CCK

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

A Tryst with self !!!!


Transcending from a meadow to gump,
A threshold leading to the core of a dump....
Like stepping from a cathedral into the street
Like a solitary sorrow perpetuating in fleet.....,

I beckoned my metaphysical pest.....
We navigated to re
mote tranquility ...
I saw an invitation for an eternal quest...
Plundered the mystics of her immaculate purity..

The stains in my fabric were then concealed.....
And boundlessness opened, I was retextured
Cascaded into the rivulets where weeds once were.
An evolution...a phase where reality was pictured...

I marvel at the unseen spirits which led...
To reveal the rhetoric of my self unsaid...


CCK

Monday, 19 January 2009

Alive !!!! Am I?


The Lightening stroke…
Down on my surface
I felt a moment of sharp pleasure

I watched the blood cascade…
I did it…don’t know why…
I wanted to drown in tranquility
Detonate into darkness
Perish….
But feeble shivers down my spine
Enchanted by the pervading blood…
Let out a scream….
I gazed at the trail of immaculate red…
Going down my wrist…
Wetting my Bed
The Journey seems endless…
I am confused…
I can still see myself
Drenched…
My eyes are sinking into tears

My heartbeats retard with fear…..
My spirits float high..

Higher than the sky....
& Then....I heard...
Surprise!! Surprise!!!!
My Vicious Fate whispered..
You are not Dead…

CCK

Ps- The picture displayed is from pinterest.

Saturday, 3 January 2009

Mistakes I Made



Darkness cascading into my mind….
Exploring the depths I could find…
Chivalrous of breaking the mold
Indifferent to the tongues hot and cold…

Every moment was a new life led…
Every drop multiplied when I bled…
Every pain felt like a rose on my bed…
Every smile mocked at the alive and dead….

I sulk in the snippets of you and me…
The face of time we scorned with glee...
The refinement I was compelled to see…
Our parting forlorn, when you had to flee

I miss you indeed, "The Mistakes I made”.
The happiness you gave, thou shalt never fade…..

CCK

Ps- This painting is from pinterest.

Friday, 19 December 2008

Problems..


Look! I heard them pour
On the roof with a feeble uproar
Cascading the tiny gaps of the door
Into my mind, away from the shore.

They boiled hotter brimming with doubt.
I wondered what all the chaos was about
They told me they were my problems
And were waiting for a chance to sprout.

I wondered with utmost amaze
Is this my life or just a phase?
I smiled and said “Be my guest”…
Stay for long, this is your nest…

They were more than happy to stay
They troubled me indeed everyday
But I smiled with having nothing to say…
Rather than seeking Mirth,
With them I started to play.

CCK

Ps- The picture has been taken from Facebook.

Tuesday, 9 December 2008

Adieu


We despise to say goodbye
Yet we have to bid farewell
Prayer of a tryst we can eye
An idyllic hope we can foretell

The future is concealed in curtain,
The waters are uncertain
Wishing you mirth brighter than a lantern
Wishing you a life without a burden.
Farewell, we utter with pain
Farewell in incandescence and rain
Farewell in frivolous and sane,
Farewell, wishing you abundant gain.

This moment would come, we never knew
I hope you live all the dreams you pursue,
For a person with the fabric of varied hue
Few humble hearts biding you adieu.

CCK

Sunday, 23 November 2008

My Thoughts and I




Few thoughts walked down the isle,
Numbed by agony and beguile.
Bruised a few times and other times  slain,
Frivolous a few times and other times sane.

Wandering across my mind with feign,
Down pouring vengeance like rain,
Wondering what do they want to attain….
Prayed to them for an idyllic explain…

Said one with outmost disdain…
Nurturing us for your avaricious gain…
Our abstinence would make you vain…
Nevertheless you are molding us mundane….
Devoid of reverence or ordain.

Unfair was their row of accusations inane…
Shoved them away, tenacious to refrain….
Now thoughtless am I, unable to ingrain…
I have become Dumb not purely insane….:)


CCK

Monday, 22 September 2008

A day with nature



Silent whispers pervading softly down the lane;
Beckoning vivid memories frivolous and sane;
Cascading through the serrated path of pleasure and pain;
How soothing are the tiny drops of rain.

Dark blanket emboldened with silver stone;
Mystics of a beautiful night is never known.
The rhythmic sway of those sweet smelling trees,
To the a cappella by the birds and the breeze.

The refulgence of the silky blue sky; 
The amour-propre of the deep blue sea;
When all the beautiful creations of thee,
Are embracing the horizon with glee,

Mother Nature, will it be alright,
On your soft lap, if I could lay to see,
A dream where I am being me;
And when life wants to set me free,
I shall offer you my soul as fee.


CCK

Thursday, 31 July 2008

Acquaintance



The walls of my mind whispered nebulous descriptions.
And the floors echoed them to boundless abstractions.

If creation of living is thy onus, in profound indulgence,
Mother Nature you are inevitably mortals' unflinching acquaintance.

Perpetuating structural expediency to proliferate civilization.
Draping ambiguous disguise to evade ramification.
Profess tenaciously to future, curated histories for acceptance.
Questioning mortals: Are you monsters or orbs audacious acquaintance?

Dwelled within, since souls incorporation,
With fine blending of reflections and dereliction,
Cleverly elucidating destiny's  circumstance,
Conscience!! Are you my friend, foe or a garrulous acquaintance?

But, finally the jingoism of my intellectual eminence,

Confessed that she is a cousin of insanity and not an empirical acquaintance.

CCK

Childhood days



Lying on the grass I see...

Birds flying happy and gay,
I was one among them
During my childhood days
Wandering without clothes
nothing to hide...
Innocent and unacquainted
with the world so wide,
Smiles that could pass through woods and heavy tide..
Bloomed with laughter and never cried..
Smelling of twigs, dung and hay..
I still remember my childhood days
As days began to get hotter and hotter,
My childhood memories began to totter.
Physical and mental changes..
Wondered what happened to my parents only daughter,
And before dawn ….
My childhood had gone....
Now people call me teen,
This is the worst nightmare I have ever seen.
Here I am alone in this city,
NO ONE TO FEEL SORRY NO ONE TO PITY :(

CCK

Outburst of Joy



The logical plays of transvestite powers...
Plugs savoring life to perpetual sours and
when tumid incandescence transcends the fortune coy
Apparent will be the outburst of joy.
When garish echoes are heard in the treasure...
When life's atrocities are ineffable to measure...
If consequent is the downpour of mirth, Oh Boy!!!!
Extravagant will be the outburst of joy.

CCK