R I A

I have a new chat friend called Ria,

She is so far yet so nia.

She has already made it clia

That of her short temper i need have no fia.

She is frail and slim like a barbie doll,

For a teenager she is rather tall

and if you make advances to her at all,

You are banging your head into a wall.


She says she is weak in her studies,

Spends most ofher time with her buddies.

But come exams and she gets A grades

Shines in her class like a Queen of Spades.

She is pretty and gorgeous

But highly religious

Goes often into Retreat

And emerges calm and sweet.


But there is one fia that haunts Ria,

Her underweight problem is so sevia

That she may not into thin air disappia;

Her exercise regimen needs change of gia

She needs to put more calories in her dinna

To emerge as a clear winna.

Are you listening Ria

To this advice from a friend so dia ?

A Paen to Mother

All that I am, I owe to you

I have no God other than you.

You lived in a world where there were no nukes or nerds

You lived on simple rice an curds.

You knew not chromosomes X or Y

But brought forth a son and heaved a sigh.

You showered me with love and affection,

Spared the rod without spoiling the child, i must mention.

I remember you mother, pledging gold from your ear

To pay my fees and make me an engineer.

Spartan living and noble thoughts

Love of poetry and literature.

Your life itself was an example to follow

Before which bookish knowledge sounds so hollow.

How can I ever repay your debt

Not in this life, i bet.

I have to be reborn again and again

And in every birth you as my mother will remain.

Love you Mother.

Psycho

Sigmund Freud

was largely empleud

in drawing our attention

to things we dont mention.

For Your Eyes Only

A wonderful girl is Tina,
She's a cute Hyderabadi Hasina;
Writes beautiful blogs
As she slogs and slogs
In the Infotech corporate arena.

She is fond of good food,
So far so good,
But when she does really hog,
She sleeps like a log,

Wakes up to dance in her pyjamas
Whether at home or in the Bahamas.
Mindful of avoirdupois,
She tries to maintain her poise
By becoming leana and leana.

I was all agog
When I saw her first blog
I leapt like a frog
When her face I did behold,
Staring at me so bold.
Eyes like two arrows
OUt to kill the sparrows.
Face so intense
It knocked me out of my sense

She writes on everything under the sun
Bird flu, Gandhi or the Kerala nun;
Pammoo is her cute kid brother,
She dotes on him like a mother.

She has a sense of humour,
But i have heard a rumour
Well, I am not overstating,
That she can be devastating
Like Hurricane Katrina,

This girl called TINA!

Ignoramus

They called me a fool

At the Archery School,

When I asked "Who the hell

Was William Tell?"

Girls Beware

I had a girlfriend called Ruth

And now I must tell you the truth;

She refused a ride on my bike,

Which I did not at all like,

I coaxed her and cajoled her,

Called her one in a million

and made her ride on the pillion;

Vroooom the bike sped,

Till on a speedbreaker it shed

Poor Ruth with a bruised head,

As I rode on Ruth-lessly.

A N G E L

On 26th October, a Mumbai newspaper published a picture of a desperately poor man willing to sell his 6 month old grandchild so that he could treat his ailing daughter Jyoti , a bundle of skin and bones lying on the pavement opposite a hospital in Chembur. It was a heart rending story and when she saw it it moved a woman so much that she rushed to the spot, got the ailing girl admitted to the hospital for treatment of not only TB but also HIV aids which she was suffering from. The good lady also took care of the child whom she christened Angel.

On December 17, Jyoti, despite the treatment, passed away. The woman, Lillian Smith, used to visit her daily and assure her that her child was being taken good care of, and leavng a photgraph of the child on her bed. Her laast words to Lillian were to keep the child with her and take good care of her. She died contented with this thought.

The tests showed the child was not HIV positive but another test has to be done after 18months. But a rude shock was in store for Lillian. Her relatives started behaving strangely. She was flooded with phone calls from friends and relatives asking her to get rid of Angel. They did not even believe her when she told them the child was not HIV positive. One family in Vashi which had stood with her in times of crisis and given moral support, too turned its back on her; she was shattered.

But she had support from her husband and four children. They stood by her decision. Though shunned by friends and relatives and much against the advice even of a doctor who suggested to her that she get the child admitted in an orphanage, Lillian has taken a decision to bring up Angel. Even if she tests positive after 18 months, it would make no difference to Lillian. She wants to tell every one that Angel is a bundle of joy and has brought new light into her life.

By this one act of mercy and piety, this lady has achieved more than what a hundred years of prayer or meditation would have brought her.

Now tell me, who is the Angel, the child or Lillian Smith?

Let there be more Lillians in this world to restore our faith in humanity!