Thursday, April 14, 2005

Trigger

My agony compounds

When mind is filled with
Droplets of thoughts and ideas
But fingers refuse to budge
To synchronize them in meaningful words

Searching for that trigger
That is becoming ever elusive

No coffee, books, music able to stir
mind and fingers in cohesionand
when everything is forgotten
Deep under rubbles of daily existence

A story, poetry or quote
Emerge from nowhere
Reviving the spirit of action
Serendipity is back into existence

Whistle of my mind train announces
The beginning of juggernaut
Resettling tremor mind equations
In systemic embroidered pattern

I often wonder what must have triggered
Picasso, Loreenzo and Buonarroti
To move the world into
Stupor over the centuries of mankind

Friday, April 01, 2005

Teacher and ME

TEACHER : What is the chemical formula for water?
PAPPU : “HIJKLMNO! “!!
TEACHER : What are you talking about?
PAPPU : Yesterday you said it’s H to O !
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TEACHER : PAPPU, go to the map and find North America.
PAPPU : Here it is!TEACHER : Correct.
Now, class, who discovered America?
CLASS : PAPPU!
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TEACHER : PAPPU, how do you spell “crocodile”?
PAPPU : “K-R-O-K-O-D-A-I-L”
TEACHER : No, that’s wrong
PAPPU : Maybe it’s wrong, but you asked me how I spell it!
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TEACHER : PAPPU, give me a sentence starting with “I”.
PAPPU : I is…
TEACHER : No, PAPPU. Always say, “I am.”
PAPPU : All right… “I am the ninth letter of the alphabet.”
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TEACHER : “Can anybody give an example of “COINCIDENCE?”
PAPPU : “Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day, same time.”
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PAPPU : Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt?
FATHER : No. Why do you ask that?
PAPPU: Well, where did you get THIS mummy then?
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TEACHER : What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots !
PAPPU: Yes it’s really strange. I’ve got another pair just like that at home.
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TEACHER : Now, PAPPU, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating ?
PAPPU: No sir, I don’t have to, my mom is a good cook.
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TEACHER : PAPPU, your composition on “My Dog” is exactly the same as your brother’s. Did you copy his ?
PAPPU: No, teacher, it’s the same dog !
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TEACHER : What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?
PAPPU: A teacher