Sapling.

I cried when the plumber crushed you underfoot

And had to be consoled brusquely,

It is only a plant.

You belied my fears and righted yourself,

And have grown tall , green branches and all lacing the sky.

I too cried for another

And had to be consoled coldly ,

It is a passing phase.

My fears were not belied,

The slighted was not righted .

when an occasional song bursts forth

From the heart of a koel,

Hidden within your delicate and luxuriant boughs,

Is that you ?whispering ,it is alright,

Here I am , connecting with you.

Sketches.

Tiny leaves falling down in a golden shower from bowers

Creamy butterflies chasing each other, searching for the brightest flower

To drink the dew and draw the nectar !

All these treats of nature right in the middle of milling sea to see and share.

Alas there is no one who is willing to stand and stare,

At these rare glimpses of creator ,

Painstakingly sketched only to last a few seconds,

And then to be wiped off the canvas ,forever.

Fans.

In my exploration of the net I often come across a collage of photo's of young things ,proudly displayed by the blogger etc as his or her fans.

Fans according to me is one who admires you no matter what.

I could have boasted of such a following in my school days. There after it slowly petered down to a number that a pre KG child could count upto.

This fan following that is such a craze in the net, has also infected me. I toyed with the idea of showing off my followers and in its pursuit spent several hours racking my memory and spread my net far and wide to scour for fans and finally resigned myself to the following facts.

My views and observations on everything under the sun and moon pleases none , except myself. Hence I think I have more detractors than supporters.

Oh yes! I think I too can boast of 2 fans ,but doubt very much whether I can show them off.

One a man , well past his prime , half my size , shorter than me, clad in, lavishly blued polyester dhothi and shirt.The pale blue dhothi folded always into two baring legs upto the knees,a cigarette perennially smouldering between his fingers, would bar my way on the road , during my walks ,in this nagar , giving me a leering look , stopping short of winking, each and every one of those times our paths happened to cross , in the past several years .He obviously believes in the adage jann pillai annalum annpillai.

Another is a hunch backed senior citizen ,a morning walker, who straggles in Bermudas and gaily printed colourful shirts. He would make it a point to give me a unblinking stare from one unwavering eye from various vantage points..He is cross eyed , but by the direction of his head I can guess who is the recipient of his attention .

The two fans of mine!I am sure that they are neither computer nor internet savy.And if they were and happened to read my blogs ,they would take fright and scamper away.They wouldn't be my fans anymore .

So I find myself in a catch 22 situation .


I am dedicating this blog to humour, poetry's and philosophies.

out of pity.

A 23 year old journo had written about her conditions for a suitable life partner. He should be good looking, educated, more knowledgeable, well off with family[parents etc]. Fair enough from a female point of view.

The obviously male commentator doesn't think so...

"Out of pity for the guy , I hope you never find him"

Humor.

Humor is anything that makes me laugh.

It differs from persons to persons, place to place and from one culture to another.

There are endless thoeries regarding humor but I plump for this one....by EB white,


Humor can be dissected as a frog can but the thing dies in the process and the innards are discouraging to any but the pure scientific mind!