It was 12 at the Noon.A well dressed man, probably a marketing executive with a tie and suite with a briefcase in one hand and a big stone in his other hand stood in the middle of a busy road . Angered, he might kill anybody with it. He shouted at everyone in the watching crowd in a unknown language for doing this to him. The Whole crowd watched him,including the traffic police scared of getting hurt. None was ready to get near him.
Who was he? What happened ? With whom was he fighting ? ...and How would this end ?
With all these questions,just like everyone Mr.S stopped to witness the lion roar in the middle of the arena. He wasn't sure of what was going on. But,he felt sad for what had happened to the man and for the fact that none could stop it. As Mr.S was from a town where the real PEOPLE lived.
The people who would stop by to stop him from doing this. The people who would analyze the situation and act for it.The people who would convince him for what had happened.The people who would slap him on the face for creating a panic and the People Who would rip the person who caused him do this if,he wasn't wrong. But,this place was strange for him. Here all the living machines kept themselves always busy with no time to spare for the world. They had no time to react for the guy who fell from his bike next to them,They had no time either to help the bleeding rich man whose car hit a cow or, the cow that sat with oozing wounds on the road. Because, they had to answer their time keepers.Because,they had to dirty their shirt.Because,they dint know who the rich man or the cow was.Because,they dint know the language to ask him for his need.
S amidst of the living machines watched this,sitting on his bike.And,to his surprise, a filthy dressed female of around 28 passing by stopped. She walked straight to the executive without any fear and spoke the language. She was DUMB. She sighed him to drop down the stone, she asked him to calm down. She waved her hand conveying he was so decent to do this. And,she comforted him telling everything was alright and he will be okay. The executive understood her language.so did S and so did everyone. . . .
The executive dropped the stone with a drop of tear. He gave a thankful look at the women as his eyes would flood at any moment thinking, this was all that he had been longing for. A support,from a soul to end this,whoever or whatever started it. He dint' expect a Dumb women would do this to him. Yeah,she was the one who did it for a craving soul,when nobody could lend a word for him it was the Dumb who spoke.
S felt ashamed of it. He realized it was not the language he needed to end this.
And, everyone departed. . . for the show had been a flop.
Yet another ordinary day!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Singing with a Steam Inhalator
I hate you Flu . . I hate you .
and Yes i definitely do . .
Even-though you aren't a ghost you caused me some water.Under the bed-sheet i go,
Cursing you. Since,you make me cry more than my loved ones do!
Oh ! little flu You've got me my dear.
and Yes u definitely do . .
Your cupboard is so Claustrophobic as you soak me in your love Sweat,
You love me so much...u love me for sure . .
Sweetheart but, its time for u to leave because, i hate u so much,
and,Yeah i definitely do . .!
and Yes i definitely do . .
Even-though you aren't a ghost you caused me some water.Under the bed-sheet i go,
Cursing you. Since,you make me cry more than my loved ones do!
Oh ! little flu You've got me my dear.
and Yes u definitely do . .
Your cupboard is so Claustrophobic as you soak me in your love Sweat,
You love me so much...u love me for sure . .
Sweetheart but, its time for u to leave because, i hate u so much,
and,Yeah i definitely do . .!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
The Pocket
The pocket !
Its An asset of a pant. A Money bag for a daily man. An nu-sense for a tailor and what·so·ever.
In our Story lets see what was it for Mr.T !
Mr.T was a costume freak, At-least amongst his friends. Some loved him and some hated him for the same. He kind of enjoyed their comments and the faces they made. He also had a Pant which his MOM liked so much. It had 2 huge POCKETS for which kangaroos would go on a auction to own them. It was the POCKETS that turned on Mr.T to own it.
Fun he had from their Comments on his pants and the Answers he gave:
# Are u working for the Packers and movers ?
# (On a Picnic) Lets all leave our belongings here. .
# Hey where's your Apron ? Don't you know we had to Centrifuge the DNA samples
>Mr.T : Here it is..(Pulling it out of his pocket)
and your notes ?
>Mr.T : Dats' y i hav two pockets !!
# I knw y ur mom likes your pants...she loves taking you to the Grocery Store !
# Hey buddy can you pick me a bottle of kingfisher n drop it in ?
>Mr.T : @#$%! ..
This is how that particular day Mr.T had worn his pants to his college.That day since his faculty wasn't present he had to kill time with his friends.He had gone to the ground floor to meet some friends and from the open windows of that classroom(i meant open windows without even the bars) he jumped out to the backyard with a bunch of his mates for a unknown reason.
That backyard was rustling with a lot of dry trees and weathered leaves on the ground.Mr.T had a super eye for the creatures.He spotted a Green tree snake crawling on one of the branches of a tree.Mr.T had a record in tampering snakes and boasted as he kept his log of stamping approx 24 snakes to death in that particular months. As his house was constructed near a river bank, he encountered a lot of water snakes in and around his house especially on the seasons,Which were all Non-Venomous.He proudly called himself as T.Irwin after the famous crocodile hunter who got killed by a sting ray. And, every-time he laughed at this joke.
Just like every other geek would want to act brave in-front of his mates,he had to take upon a challenge of catching one alive which was his second attempt after a water snake he managed to pull out of a well with his bare hands.But,this time he had to catch it. Being a Science graduate he knew green snakes are not venomous as compared to the other ones,he kept his cool. But, he also knew the Green snakes hanging in trees target your eyes,on a attack as they are attracted to the shiny eyes. That was sure of an Adrenaline moment for Mr.T. He somehow gathered courage to pull it down from the tree but his mission was to grab its head. Just because that's how the Professionals do.
Though he was brave he had to cheat a Little. He pulled a grassy herb and used it as a glove thinking it would prevent him. And,also he believed anything artificial like a polythene bag or a paper would be silly for his reputation among snakes. He had also mastered the technique of grabbing its tail first pulling it with the other hand and then manage to catch its head. HE CAUGHT IT. Hurray !..... He laughed for having proved he was T.Irwin. Now that he had caught a snake,he cant just leave it back. Come on folks he is a now a hero.
He has to take it to the class and fortunately his POCKETS came handy. He held the head of the trawling snake tight with a great fear camouflaged behind his proud smile. He rolled the green pathetic serpent around his fist and put his iron hands into the POCKET and started walking to the class. That small walk till his class kept his pulse for a week. It was a cruel harassment inside the POCKET. He was sweating as he entered the class.
At-last after celebrating his accomplishment after all the pranks in the class he threw it off the window.
Mr.T has now realized it was a pitiful thing he did, to prove his bravery. Later , after all his self realization he became a member of Greenpeace. That was the last snake he caught and every-time when he recollected that incident, the Serpent lived ...................'Happily Ever After' !!
Its An asset of a pant. A Money bag for a daily man. An nu-sense for a tailor and what·so·ever.
In our Story lets see what was it for Mr.T !
Mr.T was a costume freak, At-least amongst his friends. Some loved him and some hated him for the same. He kind of enjoyed their comments and the faces they made. He also had a Pant which his MOM liked so much. It had 2 huge POCKETS for which kangaroos would go on a auction to own them. It was the POCKETS that turned on Mr.T to own it.
Fun he had from their Comments on his pants and the Answers he gave:
# Are u working for the Packers and movers ?
# (On a Picnic) Lets all leave our belongings here. .
# Hey where's your Apron ? Don't you know we had to Centrifuge the DNA samples
>Mr.T : Here it is..(Pulling it out of his pocket)
and your notes ?
>Mr.T : Dats' y i hav two pockets !!
# I knw y ur mom likes your pants...she loves taking you to the Grocery Store !
# Hey buddy can you pick me a bottle of kingfisher n drop it in ?
>Mr.T : @#$%! ..
This is how that particular day Mr.T had worn his pants to his college.That day since his faculty wasn't present he had to kill time with his friends.He had gone to the ground floor to meet some friends and from the open windows of that classroom(i meant open windows without even the bars) he jumped out to the backyard with a bunch of his mates for a unknown reason.
That backyard was rustling with a lot of dry trees and weathered leaves on the ground.Mr.T had a super eye for the creatures.He spotted a Green tree snake crawling on one of the branches of a tree.Mr.T had a record in tampering snakes and boasted as he kept his log of stamping approx 24 snakes to death in that particular months. As his house was constructed near a river bank, he encountered a lot of water snakes in and around his house especially on the seasons,Which were all Non-Venomous.He proudly called himself as T.Irwin after the famous crocodile hunter who got killed by a sting ray. And, every-time he laughed at this joke.
Just like every other geek would want to act brave in-front of his mates,he had to take upon a challenge of catching one alive which was his second attempt after a water snake he managed to pull out of a well with his bare hands.But,this time he had to catch it. Being a Science graduate he knew green snakes are not venomous as compared to the other ones,he kept his cool. But, he also knew the Green snakes hanging in trees target your eyes,on a attack as they are attracted to the shiny eyes. That was sure of an Adrenaline moment for Mr.T. He somehow gathered courage to pull it down from the tree but his mission was to grab its head. Just because that's how the Professionals do.
Though he was brave he had to cheat a Little. He pulled a grassy herb and used it as a glove thinking it would prevent him. And,also he believed anything artificial like a polythene bag or a paper would be silly for his reputation among snakes. He had also mastered the technique of grabbing its tail first pulling it with the other hand and then manage to catch its head. HE CAUGHT IT. Hurray !..... He laughed for having proved he was T.Irwin. Now that he had caught a snake,he cant just leave it back. Come on folks he is a now a hero.
He has to take it to the class and fortunately his POCKETS came handy. He held the head of the trawling snake tight with a great fear camouflaged behind his proud smile. He rolled the green pathetic serpent around his fist and put his iron hands into the POCKET and started walking to the class. That small walk till his class kept his pulse for a week. It was a cruel harassment inside the POCKET. He was sweating as he entered the class.
At-last after celebrating his accomplishment after all the pranks in the class he threw it off the window.
Mr.T has now realized it was a pitiful thing he did, to prove his bravery. Later , after all his self realization he became a member of Greenpeace. That was the last snake he caught and every-time when he recollected that incident, the Serpent lived ...................'Happily Ever After' !!
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