A small story...

Standing at the gate, Sandhya was getting restless. It was Diwali day and she was all decked up in her new dress and jewels. She had tried to stay up all night sorting out all the crackers but somehow had fallen asleep. She had never known when the sandman had come. She had to wake up early for the d-day, but had somehow overslept. All through her sleep, she had dreamt of swirling chakras, crackling 1000-walas, blooming flowerpots and zooming rockets. And now she had got up late much against the standard protocol of waking up at 5. Now, she was all ready to have a go at the fireworks. Her father had gone inside to get the long agarbathi for the rockets. She knew that the rockets would not be a great phenomenon in broad daylight, yet she wanted to get it done and over with them because as much as she loved the colors, she didn't like lighting them. Her father had told her that he wouldn't do it and it had to be her. So she had decided to finish them off in daylight when she could see the wick clearly. Her father came and they set the rocket up in an old ketchup bottle. She took the agarbathi close to the wick and quickly withdrew. But the wick hadn't been lit. She was having the jitters. "Sandhya! Go on", egged her father. She tried again, this time holding her skirt in one hand so as to make way for a quick getaway if things got a trifle too unexpected. The agarbathi went close to the wick. She was a picture of concentration with her lower lip firmly between her teeth. A stray drop of sweat fell from her brow onto the ground. Now the agarbathi had made contact with the wick. A silent moment and then came the red sparks. Away! she ran screaming "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah". The wick in the meanwhile had shortened. Three... Two... One... And whooosh! the bottle fell down and the rocket zoomed, merrily along the ground. It went like a snake, into the sewage gutter nearby and fizzed out. And that my dear folks, is the story of how my first quiz in K in organizational behaviour went today!

The Wicker Basket

The palm trees stood so tall,

The road stretched so far,

The unforgiving sun burned down,

The heels now stuck to tar.

The head was held so high,

And cloth was padded soft,

The Wicker Basket lay on it,

As It did oft.

Holes had now grown bigger,

The knots had given out,

Bore, It did, the smelly onions,

so, It did, without a shout.

Roses had been easier,

The puffed rice was the best,

Mint, you could do without,

you wanted to fray, unless.

The market was the finest,

Some sights and sounds it had,

Yet it was Madras, on beholding,

that the basket would be glad.

The onions did now reek,

Strain, they did, on the veins,

The wickerbasket held its own,

fought it did against the pains.

Come then, the flood, it did,

it tore the straw apart,

Onions came tumbling down,

A new curse now on Its heart.

The trees still stood tall,

And the road did stretch far,

But the Basket still lay down,

Laid down, no need to go far.

Today -> :-)

OK Sancho. Yesterday was a pretty bad day... All the morosity of life piled up into one song. But today, the Don is much happier. Saved a few lives, rescued a few ladies, helped a few lads. To explain, didn't eat fish, dumped all my clothes in one pile instead of smaller ones, and didn't ask any question in class.. Didn't get any felicitations though.

Ta da...

Am starting this blog on a rather melancholous note.. No flyers, No banners, No bedecked elephants, nope. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. For those who don't know me, am a clown who makes jokes so others can laugh. My soliloquy is intended to create happiness for others. As the revered PGW says,

"As a writer of light fiction, I have always till now been handicapped by the fact that my disposition was cheerful, my heart intact, and my life unsoured. Handicapped, I say, because the public likes to feel that a writer of farcical stories is piquantly miserable in his private life, and that, if he turns out anything amusing, he does it simply in order to obtain relief from the almost insupportable weight of an existence which he has long since realized to be a wash-out. Well, today I am just like that."

I can understand what he went through cos I feel the same way now as well..