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Ceremonial Address at Zenith 2025 Amritsar by Vikram Grewal (transcript)

Respected Chairperson, Director, Principal, teachers, students, parents & all other members of this esteemed institution that takes the Spirit of Spring Dale to greater heights every year, I wish you all Good evening & also congratulate all the brilliant minds that are being honoured today at Zenith 2025! Now while writing this speech I realized that this is just a single sentence and that took me back to my own school days where the Chief Guest would arrive without a written speech & would go on and on with so much 'gyaan' & lecturing and we would never even remember what he or she had said, because we would be busy with the 'excitement of excellence' & fanfare surrounding these special events.  So this is why I have a short written speech that just revolves around a single word so that we all stick to the time limit and at least remember what the address was all about. Now, in today's time this one word could have been or should have been anyth...

"Sweaters"

Sweaters Knit by mother  Stuck to my chest  Every winter Like a tight embrace,  But it was the worn out  Jackets of father  Loose along my arms  That fit me Perfectly. - V.G. Haraf

DOGMATITANIC

'DOGMATITANIC' They both set sail  On an argument  Over who invented- The boat,  And drowned- Not knowing  How to swim. -VG Haraf

'Future Mongering' by Vikram Grewal Haraf

  . FUTURE MONGERING The bets are on Tomorrow. My parents, my friends  My teachers, my bosses  My neighbors, my lovers My children, my leaders  Await today - Returns on yesterday. And tomorrow lies due.

"The Pentafleur" by Vikram Grewal

Today, 29th June, on the occasion of the National Day of the Republic of Seychelles, here is 'The Pentafleur' - an acrostic and concrete poem resembling the Seychelles Flag with its five glorious colours. 'The Penta-fleur'   B ehold our flower of five fluttering! L isten to it rise across the shores,  U nfurling in its full glory above    E arth of you and me below.  Y oung and old sniff its petals,   E mbracing its stem - the toddler L ifting from the soil that made us. L ay on the grass holding hands  O h, all my brothers and sisters! W atch the flag beneath our sky. R ise together towards the dream, E schewing the unjust and the other  D ivisions dissolve into pollen. W e, the people, the persistent! H eads high in clouds of peace. I nequality melts off the petals–   T he toddler smiles gazing E veryone reaching the banner. G ust of wind kisses faces of humanity.  “ R ace against race,” it reminds E ach soul holding the pole...

'A ROYAL INSCRIPTION' by Vikram Grewal 'Haraf'

'A ROYAL INSCRIPTION' There's a time to be the potter,  And a time to be clay. Sometimes you are the writer,  Sometimes you are the play. The pot you mould,  The play you sold- Are bits of soul  Within your fold. When the pot breaks in  And the stage breaks down  Paper makes the carpet  Clay makes the crown. -V.G.

'War & Prepositions' by Vikram Grewal Haraf

 War & Prepositions It is rather easier To be 'at' war Than 'in' it. To be 'over' it Is certainly fortunate, But to be 'under' it Would be chronically dim. To be 'around' it Might be entertaining, But to be 'on' it Might be dangerously addictive. To be 'into' it Is a genuine hobby, To be 'through' it Is genuine experience. Being 'above' it - is a fantasy. Being 'below' it - is a fallacy.  -V.G

'Scientific Temper' by Vikram Grewal 'Haraf'

SCIENTIFIC TEMPER Society is scientific. It keeps asking for proof. It asked me to prove  My Loyalty  My identity  My sanity. The day I asked society  To prove itself,  It burned me at stake  To prove the greatest discovery  Of man - fire. -V.G.

'Brewing Belief' by Vikram Grewal 'Haraf'

  'BREWING BELIEF' Tea versus coffee Is complicated and pointless- Like a religious debate. A million myths, A hundred histories, Several stories and sects. With or without milk and sugar? One god or many? Dipped or filtered? Buried or burnt? The answer if there is - Is water: a necessity. Water is virtue. -V.G

'Sir Amrit' by Vikram Grewal 'Haraf'

'Sir Amrit' Amrit hated surprises And assassination was top on that list. On the eve of filing papers, He found his old birth certificate. Discovering the absence of 'A' He shot himself. -V.G.