Praveen Jayachandran

"Well after all, Pickering,
I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more that an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes and do precisely what he wants...
An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life, free of strife,
doing whatever he thinks is best, for him,
Well, just an ordinary man...

I'm a very gentle man, even tempered and good natured who you never see complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness by the quart in every vein,
A patient man am I, down to my fingertips, 
the sort who never could, ever would, let an insulting remark escape his lips
Very gentle man...

I'm a quiet living man,
who prefers to spend the evening in the silence of his room,
who likes an atmosphere as restful as an undiscovered tomb,
A pensive man am I, of philosophic joys,
who likes to meditate, contemplate, far from humanity's mad inhuman noise,
Quiet living man...."