On life and its vagaries

A stick immersed in water

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There I was sitting in shade, scratching my legs

And this guy comes along with parcels and all

He sure was going somewhere and I was curious

Where you off to, my man, I shouts at him

Off to take a dip in the holy Ganges, he says

Moneyed man, can do whatever he pleases

I can’t even get out of this place, if I want.

Do this one thing for me?  I beg of the guy

Dip this stick in Ganga when you reach it

I can’t go there in this life time I think

And of course do please bring it back.

The guy laughs, familiar with my quirks

Takes the stick, and soon hastens away

What with one thing another and the family

I soon forgot this incident with the guy

But someone tells me the man is back now.

I remembered about the stick that was lost

And cut another one from the same bark near

I was sure the guy would come boasting by

And was ready with the stick, hid in a pond

With an attached trigger, just in case

The man came after a while, full of mirth

And said laughing, your stick went to heaven

I dipped it in the Ganges and down it goes.

I knew the guy threw it off some where

But showed genuine surprise, “Is that so?

He was bubbling, my man, would you believe it?

It sure happened because you are a sage

I smiled, saying; let us check if our water has one

Holding my hand up, I stepped on the trigger

And the stick just nicely flew into my hands

It is the same stick, is it? I asked cutely

The guy was glum, but couldn’t question me

He acted as if inspecting the stick, and said

Wow, may man, people, it is the same stick…….

And of course this is how legends are made.


Written by Sam

October 11, 2009 at 4:07 pm

28 Responses

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  1. really good one.. 🙂


    October 12, 2009 at 3:20 pm

  2. Thanks 🙂


    October 12, 2009 at 6:04 pm

  3. you are most welcome…. 🙂


    October 13, 2009 at 5:09 pm

  4. And you are too 🙂


    October 13, 2009 at 6:19 pm

  5. next post please…. 🙂


    October 14, 2009 at 1:39 pm

  6. If there are concerns which supplies ideas 🙂

    Nothing green inside now, all is barren.


    October 14, 2009 at 2:09 pm

  7. dearest sam.
    your new post is one of the most touching after nayna’s sun.
    you too portray children very well..


    October 15, 2009 at 2:36 pm

  8. Lovely of you to say so dearest Trisha.

    But nevertheless it is true, I suffer from a lack of inspiration most of the time. Thats why I ask you sometimes to recommend me to muse 🙂


    October 15, 2009 at 4:42 pm

  9. dearest sam,
    you act as my muse.. 🙂


    October 17, 2009 at 7:54 pm

  10. That’s lovely, a person with infrequent inspiration acting as muse to a prolific writer 🙂


    October 18, 2009 at 2:01 pm

  11. who is that prolific writer?


    October 19, 2009 at 2:34 pm

  12. You are the one. I think it is the effect of some art tonic that you take daily. I can barely type in a dozen or of sentences per day 🙂


    October 19, 2009 at 5:49 pm

  13. dearest sam,
    you are joking.. 🙂 you type lot more than a dozen lines..

    any way you are forgetting i live a completely peaceful life, i dont have any tension, rush, commitments.. and i have a fantastic reader 🙂


    October 20, 2009 at 4:23 pm

  14. Okay , I will go with it. I certainly would have liked to type faster though 🙂


    October 20, 2009 at 5:52 pm

  15. dearest sam,
    dont be sad, you will learn soon. 🙂 within a year or so.. just keep typing big, big stories .. 🙂


    October 21, 2009 at 3:20 pm

  16. I might have to begin a novel to do that. I can write about the guys (and gals) at my work place, lots of interesting characters there. It is a cross section of the society. But they would probably murder me for that. . The stories have all dried up anyway 🙂


    October 21, 2009 at 7:05 pm

  17. dearest sam,

    i dont believe that the stories have dried up, you dont try…. something must be keeping you away from them.

    talent just doesnot dries up.


    October 22, 2009 at 3:06 pm

  18. Nothing other than the lack of time and the lack of ideas. I can write pretty hectic stuff, can take institutions and people to task. But that would not be a story. That would be social criticism.


    October 22, 2009 at 4:52 pm

  19. you are working wonders with your poems lately, i loved the last one you wrote. 🙂


    October 25, 2009 at 7:30 am

  20. Thank you dearest Trisha,

    But I would have liked to have your easy flow when writing stories 🙂


    October 25, 2009 at 1:11 pm

  21. your poems are far more powerful than mine, they have a strange music and melody in them ..

    apart from their multitude of topics, you are genius.


    October 25, 2009 at 4:48 pm

  22. Dearest Trisha,

    The only genius I have is the luck to have good friends like you who say such beautiful things about me 🙂


    October 25, 2009 at 8:08 pm

  23. well, you earn each and every compliment which your friends give.


    October 27, 2009 at 3:30 pm

  24. Well thank you dearest Trisha

    I am the best around 🙂


    October 27, 2009 at 7:33 pm

  25. you are the best, the best, the very very best… 🙂


    October 28, 2009 at 4:49 pm

  26. Yeah, veritably, truly, verily, indeed, really, certainly, actually, exactly, verbatim, literally, right, correct, certain, definitively, genuine, authentic……..and so on……


    October 28, 2009 at 6:35 pm

  27. i like it when you instantly agree with me… these are very good symptoms in a man 🙂

    you know you are a very rare man.. men usually argue to no end to prove a woman wrong 😦


    October 29, 2009 at 2:50 pm

  28. That is because those men take women to be more intelligent than themselves. I have no such misconceptions 😉


    October 29, 2009 at 7:22 pm

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