Scientific World
Darwin’s theory of survival of the fittest
Mendeleev’s natural selection at its wittiest
Michael Faraday harvested electricity
Einstein propagated relativity
Marie Curie discovered radiation
Kekule structured hybridization
World of Art
King of surrealism Salvador Dali
The Birth of Venus by Botticelli
Monet abstracts
Picasso distracts
Mona Lisa smiles
Matisse riles
Cricketing World
Don Bradman; legends made
Rahul Dravid; too staid
Sixer in last ball; Javed Miandad
Looks on Kapil Dev; feeling sad
Steve Waugh; all in awe
Sachin Tendulkar; simply wow!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Changing World
Milton regained Paradise or Lost
As did USSR with Glasnost
On Eliot’s Wasteland
Wright brothers’ airplane land
Reflections of Dante’s Divine Comedy
In Holocaust; the greatest tragedy
As did USSR with Glasnost
On Eliot’s Wasteland
Wright brothers’ airplane land
Reflections of Dante’s Divine Comedy
In Holocaust; the greatest tragedy
World of Mathematics
Newton’s Integration
With Leibniz’s Differentiation
Beauty of Pythagoras theorem
On real number, Peano’s axiom
Euclid’s geometry
Did I forget Al-Tusi’s trigonometry
With Leibniz’s Differentiation
Beauty of Pythagoras theorem
On real number, Peano’s axiom
Euclid’s geometry
Did I forget Al-Tusi’s trigonometry
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
TRIOLETS
Despair
Feelings of desolation
Life going downhill
No consolation
Feelings of desolation
And depression
It is a bitter pill
Feelings of desolation
Life going downhill
Washed away
Washed away by the rains
Our home and hearth
Causing intense pain
Washed away by the rains
Pavements, roads and drains
Of food, there was dearth
Washed away by the rains
Our home and hearth
Song in my heart
Song in my heart
Happiness galore
You play a part
Song in my heart
It is a good start
Part of the allure
Song in my heart
Happiness galore
Brevity
Brevity plays a role
To cut a long story short
Slashes loopholes
Brevity plays a role
Standing on its sole
Holding fort
Brevity plays a role
To cut a long story short
Profanity
Cut out the profanity
Stick to mysticism
And spirituality
Cut out the profanity
Hold on to piety
Taught by every religion
Cut out the profanity
Stick to mysticism
Feelings of desolation
Life going downhill
No consolation
Feelings of desolation
And depression
It is a bitter pill
Feelings of desolation
Life going downhill
Washed away
Washed away by the rains
Our home and hearth
Causing intense pain
Washed away by the rains
Pavements, roads and drains
Of food, there was dearth
Washed away by the rains
Our home and hearth
Song in my heart
Song in my heart
Happiness galore
You play a part
Song in my heart
It is a good start
Part of the allure
Song in my heart
Happiness galore
Brevity
Brevity plays a role
To cut a long story short
Slashes loopholes
Brevity plays a role
Standing on its sole
Holding fort
Brevity plays a role
To cut a long story short
Profanity
Cut out the profanity
Stick to mysticism
And spirituality
Cut out the profanity
Hold on to piety
Taught by every religion
Cut out the profanity
Stick to mysticism
Monday, August 08, 2005
Shambles
Shambles
All around
Bruised
Lies heart
Battered
Broken body
Destroying
The spirit
Despairing
The mind
Piercing
The very core
Poignant
Thoughts
Tormenting
The soul
Wasting
Away life
All around
Bruised
Lies heart
Battered
Broken body
Destroying
The spirit
Despairing
The mind
Piercing
The very core
Poignant
Thoughts
Tormenting
The soul
Wasting
Away life
Senses
Soft soothing music
Violins playing
The song of my love
Bringing joy
Dreams galore
Sudden Calm
Deafening me
Awakening
Longings
Fire inside
Scalding me
Wanting you
Your nearness
Maddening me
No wisp of wind
Between us
Pure feelings
No words
Sheer bliss
Absolute calm!
Awakened
Star filled night
No clouds in sight
City suffused with light.
With you in my world
Muse in me awakened
In you poetry enclosed
Moonlight reflected
Ocean convoluted
Longings coming forth
Rising in my heart
Both becoming a single part
No demarcation
Where I end, you begin
My living or dying is not vain
No clouds in sight
City suffused with light.
With you in my world
Muse in me awakened
In you poetry enclosed
Moonlight reflected
Ocean convoluted
My whole being conflagrated
Longings coming forth
Rising in my heart
Both becoming a single part
No demarcation
Where I end, you begin
My living or dying is not vain
Bloggers Block!!!!!
Got this block! Unable to write! So many thoughts but unable to blog those down!
Mindlessly............
My heart and soul……………..
Lost in the ocean of love for you
Everlastingly plummeting deeper
Suffused by your incessant love...
Hurtled against the edge of eon,
I wait to unite with you
mindlessly………
Lost in the ocean of love for you
Everlastingly plummeting deeper
Suffused by your incessant love...
Hurtled against the edge of eon,
I wait to unite with you
mindlessly………
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
The Big Bad Wolf
Re-telling the story of “The little Red Riding Hood” with the big bad wolf as its central character! A very simplistic tale for children.
THE BIG BAD WOLF
The wolf had been ill for a week now and in bed. Maybe the hare did not agree with his constitution. It had been old and too hard. He had ignored that and went right on eating it gluttonously! And ended up with upset stomach. And fever!
Now he was hungry but too tired to hunt. So he slowly got up and walked out of his cave to the nearest path. This path was taken by kids who were easy enough to prey upon! As a rule he never hunted on them but today he was too worn-out to care. The wolf sat down hiding behind a bush. After a never-ending wait, he saw a willowing red thing coming towards him. As it came closer, he found that it was a little girl. She looked very chubby. Juicy and succulent. His mouth watered at the very thought. He wanted to pounce but noticed a woodcutter looking his way. Patience, he chided himself. He retreated and took another path following the girl.
“What’s your name, little girl?” He said.
“Little Red Riding Hood.” She said.
“Where are you going?”
“To my grandma’s place who is not well. I am taking her these goodies.”
“Where does she live?”
“In a cottage along this path.”
Now the wolf had a brain wave, (wolves are clever creatures). Why not eat her grandma as well.
“Why don’t you take her a bouquet of wild flowers? She will be very happy to receive those.”
She had forgotten, that her mother had told her not to talk to strangers and not to stop anywhere in between. She went deeper into the woods for wild flowers. So while she was busy collecting flowers, the wolf ran down the path and reached the cottage. He liked what he saw. A very pretty cottage in the middle of a small garden. It was surrounded by tall trees. And flowers were blooming all around. There was a well in one corner. An ideal place to live!
“I will live here right from today. I am sick and tired of that dark, smelly cave of mine.” He thought.” Little did he realize, as soon as he started living here, it would stink too!
He knocked at the door and entered it. Saw the old lady sleeping peacefully. Jumped on her and before she could react, gobbled her up. She was all skin and bones. But it was a respite from that great hunger! Anyway he was going to be rewarded with fresh and luscious flesh of that young girl!
But before that he needed to gear up. He looked around; saw a pretty robe hanging on a peg. He put that on. And lay down on the old lady’s bed. He pulled the covers till his neck and put on a cap too. Thus prepared, he kept on waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.
She came and finding the door open, entered it. Without making a noise, she found a vase for the bouquet of wild flowers. And set the table with the goodies her mother had sent.
The wolf was watching her all the while with half closed eyes. She tiptoed near him. He opened his eyes.
She almost jumped and said “Grandma, your eyes are bigger, and ears too.”
“To see and hear you better, dear,” the wolf said in her grandma’s voice. He could mimic any one in the world! A very useful talent.
“And you teeth are sharp.”
“To eat you better.” Saying this, he jumped on her and in no time he finished her up.
But he had been ill for so long and tired too, he fell asleep.
Now the woodcutter had smelled something fishy and followed the wolf. Extremely late, if I may say so…he had to fight a tiger on the way!!
The woodcutter entered the cottage and found the wolf sleeping and heard lots of noises coming from its so very bloated stomach! He cut it open with his axe, pulled out the girl and her grandma. They were all right but shaken. Through all this, the wolf was deep in slumber land. Little Red Riding Hood filled his stomach with stones and her grandma sewed it up very carefully. They left him there and started off for Red Riding Hood’s place!
The wolf woke up after a long time. He was thirsty. He got up from the bed, wondering why he felt so heavy. He staggered towards the well in the corner of the garden. Put the bucket into it. And saw his stomach sewed up and everything was crystal clear to him. Before he could react, he lost his balance and fell into the well……….
“Why am I being punished? Doesn’t a self respecting hungry wolf deserve any food?” Those were his last thoughts………
……………Glug…glug…glug……….
THE BIG BAD WOLF
The wolf had been ill for a week now and in bed. Maybe the hare did not agree with his constitution. It had been old and too hard. He had ignored that and went right on eating it gluttonously! And ended up with upset stomach. And fever!
Now he was hungry but too tired to hunt. So he slowly got up and walked out of his cave to the nearest path. This path was taken by kids who were easy enough to prey upon! As a rule he never hunted on them but today he was too worn-out to care. The wolf sat down hiding behind a bush. After a never-ending wait, he saw a willowing red thing coming towards him. As it came closer, he found that it was a little girl. She looked very chubby. Juicy and succulent. His mouth watered at the very thought. He wanted to pounce but noticed a woodcutter looking his way. Patience, he chided himself. He retreated and took another path following the girl.
“What’s your name, little girl?” He said.
“Little Red Riding Hood.” She said.
“Where are you going?”
“To my grandma’s place who is not well. I am taking her these goodies.”
“Where does she live?”
“In a cottage along this path.”
Now the wolf had a brain wave, (wolves are clever creatures). Why not eat her grandma as well.
“Why don’t you take her a bouquet of wild flowers? She will be very happy to receive those.”
She had forgotten, that her mother had told her not to talk to strangers and not to stop anywhere in between. She went deeper into the woods for wild flowers. So while she was busy collecting flowers, the wolf ran down the path and reached the cottage. He liked what he saw. A very pretty cottage in the middle of a small garden. It was surrounded by tall trees. And flowers were blooming all around. There was a well in one corner. An ideal place to live!
“I will live here right from today. I am sick and tired of that dark, smelly cave of mine.” He thought.” Little did he realize, as soon as he started living here, it would stink too!
He knocked at the door and entered it. Saw the old lady sleeping peacefully. Jumped on her and before she could react, gobbled her up. She was all skin and bones. But it was a respite from that great hunger! Anyway he was going to be rewarded with fresh and luscious flesh of that young girl!
But before that he needed to gear up. He looked around; saw a pretty robe hanging on a peg. He put that on. And lay down on the old lady’s bed. He pulled the covers till his neck and put on a cap too. Thus prepared, he kept on waiting for Little Red Riding Hood.
She came and finding the door open, entered it. Without making a noise, she found a vase for the bouquet of wild flowers. And set the table with the goodies her mother had sent.
The wolf was watching her all the while with half closed eyes. She tiptoed near him. He opened his eyes.
She almost jumped and said “Grandma, your eyes are bigger, and ears too.”
“To see and hear you better, dear,” the wolf said in her grandma’s voice. He could mimic any one in the world! A very useful talent.
“And you teeth are sharp.”
“To eat you better.” Saying this, he jumped on her and in no time he finished her up.
But he had been ill for so long and tired too, he fell asleep.
Now the woodcutter had smelled something fishy and followed the wolf. Extremely late, if I may say so…he had to fight a tiger on the way!!
The woodcutter entered the cottage and found the wolf sleeping and heard lots of noises coming from its so very bloated stomach! He cut it open with his axe, pulled out the girl and her grandma. They were all right but shaken. Through all this, the wolf was deep in slumber land. Little Red Riding Hood filled his stomach with stones and her grandma sewed it up very carefully. They left him there and started off for Red Riding Hood’s place!
The wolf woke up after a long time. He was thirsty. He got up from the bed, wondering why he felt so heavy. He staggered towards the well in the corner of the garden. Put the bucket into it. And saw his stomach sewed up and everything was crystal clear to him. Before he could react, he lost his balance and fell into the well……….
“Why am I being punished? Doesn’t a self respecting hungry wolf deserve any food?” Those were his last thoughts………
……………Glug…glug…glug……….
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