Rohit’s Ramblings

There isn’t a weapon that could ever match,
The potency of words meant to hurt,
Those thoughtless words that leave the mouth,
In a careless and inadvertent blurt.

Those who understand words’ acerbic utility,
Recognize it’s a highly evolved use of our brain,
God might have taken away our fangs and claws,
But left us with bloodless means to inflict more pain.

Then there are those who say they’re unperturbed,
In any onslaught, they’ll claim to maintain grace,
But those words aren’t coming from ones they loved,
Or they were just putting up their poker face.

Of course, hurtful words do fail in a particular case,
It’s when one is promiscuous with words and remarks.
Those unfortunately unmeasured utterances,
Are simply reduced to a dog’s barks.

No matter how much you may find your life to suck,
For your failures you cannot keep passing the buck,
Also when other folks make it a habit to succeed,
You would sink to new lows indeed,
If you continue calling it good luck.

A woman appeared in court for a hearing…

In court, the judge demanded that her age she state,
She said “24 years and some months” with a face so straight,
To which the judge retorted, “Could you be more precise?”,
“How many months exactly would ’some’ comprise?”,
She calmly responded, “Only about a hundred and eight…”.

“From today onwards, not a single book I’d touch.”,
Proclaimed a boy to his mother with a confidence such,
that before his mother, in explanation, could ask more,
He made a reference to a movie they’d seen before,
“The hero was shot dead because he ‘knew too much’.”

In a father-to-son talk, while the son harks,
“In life, you should get that I could not”, the father remarks,
Listening to this, the son felt a bit perplexed,
Then he asked his father, in a tone totally vexed,
“Is that why you keep asking me to get good marks?”

Nobody seemed to mound the lack of past participles for certain verbs. I had thunk about it a lot. Tired of searching, I quat looking for them.

The trouble with using politically correct terms, is that to explain the terms to a newbie, you have to start with the politically incorrect version first -

“Differently-abled means a retard.”

In my humble opinion, the above statement misses the point… TOTALLY.

I wanted to start the new year with something creative… but you know how it is with resolutions and stuff… finally… a full month later.

Kimonos

Japanese Kimono Bookmarks. Going to get these babies framed.

Once there were two young brothers,
Who together, on a long journey began,
They headed towards their childhood home,
They went to meet their old man.

The men laughed and had a lovely time together,
And the sand trickled away without track,
But eventually that moment arrived,
When they had to part ways and head back.

The father then bid his two sons goodbye,
Long time it’d be until they’d see each other,
He also gave a large sack of almonds,
As a parting-gift to each brother.

After many days, the first of the brothers,
Made the journey back to meet his dad,
And when they met again, his father asked,
“How has life been treating you, my lad?”.

The father then listened to his son complain,
About an unfair life that had his plans hijacked,
The son exclaimed in a disgruntled, disillusioned tone,
“Against me have all the cards been stacked.”.

“And how were the almonds?”, the father asked,
Polished all of them off, the son had,
“I ate two of them daily”, the son explained,
“Picking ones that were about to go bad.”.

Soon, the second brother made the trip home,
And the father glad to see his son,
Asked him about how life had been lately,
Just as he had asked the first one,

The second brother described a rosier picture,
With his life, he seemed to be more content,
He felt that he gotten all that he had prayed for,
Every moment he lived, he said, was well spent,

“And how were the almonds?”, the father queried,
And now, he had managed to finish them all as well!
He said, “I ate a couple of the best almonds daily,
And the all almonds were really swell!”

Neha (my elder sister) and I seem to have a lot in common as far as interests are concerned. We both enjoy traveling. We also *almost* like the same movies (of course, there are some normal differences that one expects, given that I am a guy). We both like cooking. Whenever we go to a restaurant, within a single glance over the menu and without speaking a word, we know what we’re going to order.

There are huge overlaps in our ideas of leisure,
But a strange probability to me did occur,
It’s become one of my biggest, deepest fears,
Could it be that she’s trained me over the years,
To simply like the same things as her!?

Just imagine - it would’ve started from when I was a kid. This way, there’d be no fights over the TV remote! It’s a consipiracy! I swear!