BY PRATEEK POTDAR
Masala congratulates Prateek Potdar, our writing competition winner!
Prateek Potdar is a Grade 11 student at KIS International School. He is fascinated by robotics and artificial intelligence, and has a special interest in programming languages and coding. Besides this, he is immensely passionate about writing poems, short stories, plays and raps. In his spare time, he loves reading books and playing chess. Check out his winning rap below:
TEN YEARS SINCE…
Here I am! Look at this!
Hopped off the barge, the city so large,
Now I’m walking down the street, don’t mind the heat–
I’m from the country after all. The buildings so tall
Like windmills, but better still.
The skyscrapers sure look grand. Reach the top floor and stand,
You could touch the clouds, they must be proud–
Whoever built them so high, touching the sky.
That’s where I’ll be one day, when I make my way
Through the city big and wide. I’ll hit my stride,
Find my place at the top, don’t intend to stop:
That’s how city-folk do. Though I’m brand new,
I’ll get ahead in the world, settle down with a girl,
Buy her a pretty blouse, then I’ll buy a pretty house.
No! I’ll buy a skyscraper, drink fine wine and later,
Spend evenings watching the view, of the sky so blue,
And the city so bright, lights flashing all night,
What a marvelous time, but wait a dime!
All these dreams in my eye, all these ambitions, and why,
I’ve no job or nothing, but I’ll prove I’m something.
I’ll prove I’m no less, I’ll make it big in the city. I’ll find my success.
Here I am. Ten years since I came.
The city so glum, started out in the slums,
Tried climbing the ladder. Doesn’t really matter.
At first, I had a drive, a real will to survive–
But no one cared. Turned hungry and scared,
Worked for bad men, did bad things and then
They gave me a company. Doesn’t mean I’m free,
I do them favors and such, I’ve hurt people much,
And all that for what? A skyscraper. But
I live all alone, no one to call my own.
Met a girl one day, but I drove her away,
I’d turned greedy and mean. If only I’d seen
What I was doing with my life, drinking away my strife.
The view is a joke, the whole city’s covered in smoke,
And this building I’m in, reminds me of my sin.
It looks sturdy and strong, but there’s something wrong,
Cracks in the walls, not so pure after all,
A corrupted foundation, a wretched infestation,
Of insects and mice, spreading disease and vice,
My ambitions and dreams, all split at the seams,
I’m nothing but a mess. I made it big in the city, but got lost in the process.