After the Plague

After the plague
I’ll give you a hug
If you want a hug.
But if you don’t,
That’s cool too.
We can fist bump
And then wash our hands.

After the plague,
I’ll sit next to you
At the movies.
A radical act.
We’ll share a bag of popcorn.
On second thought,
Maybe not.

After the plague,
I’ll watch your kids
Or better still
You can watch mine,
While I take a nap.

After the plague,
We’ll say “remember when”
And “I can’t believe”
But I’ll believe
And I’ll remember

After the plague,
We’ll say “never again”
And hope we mean it
I only have enough poetry
For one plague.



I am not essential,

The governor said to me

In so many words

I am thankful to you

If you are essential


I am not essential

And I am thankful for that

Because I am essential

At home

With my kids

Away from you

And the governor

And those of you

Who are essential

My Father, the Proto-Geek

When I was about four years old, my father bought an Apple IIc and this event determined a lot about who I am today. I knew LOGO and then BASIC before I knew Gujarati, my mother-tongue. My father is not a geek by trade, nor is he a geek by any traditional definition. He is the proto-geek, among a class of prime movers who made geeks possible.

Before I was a fan of Star Wars, my parents were Star Wars fans. Before I had heard of Obama, my father was a fan of Obama. There is a pattern here. He bought the iPhone before I did. And now the iPad. And he has more interesting uses for both than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

This one goes out to all the fathers, mothers, uncles and loving benefactors of geeks everywhere– if you didn’t spend a ridiculous amount of money on what appeared (to everyone else) to be an overpriced toy, we wouldn’t be who we are today. Some day I will write a song, but until then, this will have to do [video]: