A Pleasant Encounter

It happened by chance,

for between the query,

and the point of sale,

there were many goof-ups,

besides the waste of time.

Courtesy – an inept salesman,

and our many lingos.

Yet she patiently persisted,              

for her need was urgent,

and the computer Shoppe,

was the only one around,

that’s when I intervened,

to make the task easier,

for her and the salesman. 

“You a techie?” she asked,

as she waited for the bill.

”An underpaid writer,” I replied.

“What about you,” I asked.

“Pursuing my M Tech” she said.

”What do you write?” she asked,

” Just about anything,” I parried.

“Pick a topic,” I teased,

she tried but gave up .

“Can you write about me,”

she asked with a smile.

I nod ‘n’ wished I was younger,

by a quarter of a C or more;

as I reflected, clients drop-in.

Magic’s lost, moment’s broken,

she stepped out and so did I.

we bid each other no adieu,

and just melted into the crowd,

to become strangers once again.

Yet I had a word to keep,

and finish what I  started.

This here is to the comely one...,

What I saw when you walked in,

was brains and a sense of poise,

focus and a tad of prudence,

the more we spoke, I understood,

that before me was the reflection,

of my nation’s future… its hope.   

Remember… it’s all for the better!

God created successful people in two categories. People in the first category are born into the right circumstances with enough intelligence and talent to become successful, which they turn out to be.

Whereas, people in the second category are only destined to become successful; those favorable attributes are not a part of their hereditary kit. Therefore, God puts-in additional time and effort for years on end – works overtime, slogs on Sundays and other holidays, puts them through unusual and tough experiences – to imbue the right traits to become successful and also to handle it. God calls this process ‘testing times’. However, during these difficult periods, God stays by their side… always.

We may find the first category of people lucky and blessed; indeed they are. But, only God and people from the second category know the struggles and hardships they endured hand in hand to become successful in life. That’s why at the end of it, both cherish every moment of their journey together.

Maybe one day you will too, if God so desires.

This is a reproduction of my brother, Jon’s, pep mail to me to curb my habitual complaining.

Monkey Business

Scams aplenty, scandals galore,

steal headlines every day.
Anchors squeal, cameramen focus,
strive to keep ratings high.
Spin-doctors held, beans spilled,
more abettors in the dock.
Some quiver, others careless,
evidence blow the masks away.
Many more, lose sleep,
net widens day-by-day.
Unmerited choice, simian antics, 

blew the lid off the latest one.
Fables say, never trust,
the bloody monkey in the pack.

How long?

They debate, they dither, 

in the limelight and chambers,
anchors and intellectuals,
lawmakers and judges
for they have a purpose;
tanmoy, dayal, and hari join in,
though nothing worthwhile,
come from it.

Juveniles or adults?
harsh or lenient?
reformable  or incorrigible? 
life or death ? oh  so many questions,
phew……………………. bollocks! 
waste no time, show no mercy,
crush their nuts or slice their winkies,
just render them, rapers…Dick-no-bee(s)

Dare to deter

Carnal urge drove,

the cavemen to it.

Overtime it echoed,

some perverse facets

of an ‘evolving’ society:

power, oppression, bias,

depravity, anarchy, and

at times insanity too.

Today the motives

that lead to this,

heinous act remains

the same maybe more.

So if it is equal status

that ye maidens seek,

learn to fcuking  kick

some bloody butts too.

For as history has shown
it has happened before, 
and today is no different
so for the status you crave,
it’s time you fought
amidst all the apathy,
to realistically fashion
the morrow of your dreams.

Bum-Ba-Ra-Bum

Oh, they come in countless sizes,

and in many different shapes.

Oh, they come in varied colors,

and are a feast for the bloody eyes.

Those cute little cupcakes, 
the teenage missies flaunt.

Tightly wrapped in low cuts,

for a peek from passers-by.

Those round fleshy melons,

the curvy aunties flash.

Deftly wrapped in regulars,

for a gawk from passers-by.

Those ripe puckered papayas,

the weathered socialites bare.

Cleverly wrapped 'n' padded,

for a look from passers-by.

Oh, they come in countless sizes,

and in many different shapes.

Oh, they come in varied colors,

and are a feast for the bloody eyes. 

Chutki... a year later

A bundle of mischief, joy, and energy;
always curious, she's never still.