Unanswered Decency

Decency encased about me,

still wonder even today

why isn't along me?

might she enjoy ribaldry..

Garden of Eden

Sad in happy paradox,

she ahead ubiquitous misery,

I fail; bade orthodox,

silently I stream away..

Hatred Winds

Things aren't the same,

like it was before,

hatred; the new name;

we ain't brothers anymore..

Sometimes

Sometimes even it cares,

for the enemy I hate,

sometimes even it forgets,

the people who did wait,

sometimes it searches,

all around for company,

sometimes it conclude,

itself to solitary,

sometimes it forgives and foresees,

for things beyond infinity,

sometimes its desperate,

to fight back for revenge,

sometimes it searches everywhere,

a land of peace,

sometimes it worships,

ferocious weapons to kill,

sometimes it interrogates,

hidden facts of mystery,

sometimes I wonder,

is it only me, inside me,

or a vast cluster,

of mystical characters..

About a School going Kid

I have known Saranga for almost a decade. We have been great 'Chaddi-buddies' at all time of our life. He has always been a support and is always near. He prefers to remain quiet at most times of the year. I would pen down a small incident from his life.

It was during his fourth standard when he studied at his native and his dad is the head-master of the school. While every student had their lunch from their tiffin boxes, Saranga liked a different taste. He never liked it when he was served with a cold meal. He always needed a fresh prepared warm meal. His lunch was being sent to his class everyday during the recess. This had continued for months. His place for the lunch was his teacher's desk. He liked sitting there. Perhaps he enjoyed the solitude there. It so happened one day that the carrier who used to carry his tiffin everyday was a bit late. Saranga had already turned red with temper. His tiffin was in front of him just five minutes before his recess ended. While he was enjoying his lunch, his teacher was in front of him. Now he was in the middle of the sea. He was confused. He was in a dilemma whether he should step down from the teachers desk on the note of respect or he should continue his lunch on the call of hunger. He chose the third path. He decided to throw his lunch on his teachers face. The class was paralyzed with silence and then our hero realized that he had committed something inappropriate. The consequences could have been fatal but everything was spared for a boy of such a tender age. At that age even the stupidest mistake is being considered cute.

Egg Mend

Why should we be away from such a wonderful egg chicken biryani only if the egg is a little broken?? There must a solution to every problem here on earth.

Siva, a good friend suggested to get a feviquick and he would try to mend it somehow. Feviquick wasn't available at the hand, so needed another alternative. Bingo!! We can try cellotape. After all the manufacturers assure a lot about the adhesiveness. It was the time to test the manufacturers word, our intelligence and the eggs luck.  We cut a strip of cellotape and paste it above the hairline break of the shell. For our safety, we put another strip. The egg is set to boil and we wait for the result. Eureka!! Within a couple of minutes our egg is boiled without any disfigurement. Now its time to cook the biryani. 

I can never compromise my delightful lunch just for a simple hairline break. I am sure I won't have to run for the grocery shop again to get another egg after discovering a simple hairline break on one or two off the eggs.