Tests

Gif took a test, Naaoooo, not those with high demands for IQ, not even those with high demands for GK and memory, rather one with no demands except for some free time... ahem this test

This is what it said for Gif...
" You Are 20% Boyish and 80% Girlish
If you are or aren't a girl, you're very feminine.You're in touch with your feelings, and your heart rules you.A bit of a emotional roller coaster, one moment you're up and the next you're down.But no matter what, you try to be as cute and perky as possible. "

Oh, and then she took another test... about how abnormal she was ;). Again it came back with surprising results, such as...
"You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. You are at low risk for having a borderline personality. It is unlikely that you are a chaotic mess.You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer. "

Yikes! and she thought she was a bigger psychopath than this, how else could she justify pouring hot wax on black ants at age 7 for a hobby!

From Griz

Last night your faded memory came to me
As in the wilderness spring comes quietly,
As, slowly, in the desert, moves the breeze,
As, to a sick man, without cause, comes peace.

-by Faiz Ahmad Faiz and through my lovely Griz

The folks downstairs

A big fat bull with innocent and thoughtful looking eyes and his big slightly fat cow with innocent and cheerful looking eyes and her little calves waded in through our gates on saturday. They were the family that moved downstairs. While the fat bull was into all those organizations that heaped themselves and their help on the downtrodden or less fortunate of the forest, the cheery cow took to loving and providing the little calves at home. And among the calves, Ri, the younger one was the most friendly little calf I'd ever met, though when she clung to me for attention and more, she had wet her panties over and over again! And Ru, the older one was deeply endeared to me by her sheer love for art. Within the close of the first day, the lowest plank of the main door and the wall around it bore a testimony to her love for the mountains and trees and sun and moon and stars and the others in the forest. I was sure of having a great time with her and one of these days I intend to draw her away from under her mom's strong surveillance and into my home to get a little more colour onto my walls :)

The Floods of Lude

One year had past since the last time
Lude was hit with the worst flood.
The ones who remained
had often envied the dead who could
bury their memories with them.
The terror that fell after had made them construct
walls of concrete all around Lude.
Elda who had tried very hard to hold Lude together
sensed the same excrutiating pain come back,
she wrapped herself along the great wall and squeezed her eyes shut-
it was happening again , this time much worse
than the last time. As if the ocean had receded just so that
it could hit back with more force. Elda let the electric currents
that the ocean was generating go through her. She knew
that there was no escape from the seconds that followed
the first collision to the time she would
hold a destructed Lude.

The Bewitched One

The Bewitched One
She said her sofa was bewitched.
'Bewitched!?' I exclaimed.
'Yeah!!!' She managed to reply with that 'You won't believe this expression!'
'How, how... how do you say that?' Am trying to practise a stammer, adding new dimensions to my personality!
'Well! Its kinda magical you know....' She was grinning large by now...
'Yeah? Like... Like like what happens?' Stammerring as I realised then gives you sufficient time to start talking and then think of what to say! No... you don't even have to think fast, people are always polite with a stammerrer and usually think its their fault that you are stammerring... hehehe!
'Like, see, I sit on it now with this phantom comics...' She now moves to her sofa, the 'bewitched' one and seats herself with feet curled under her and leans to the left hand rest with the 3 cushions, red, yellow and red, under her and flips open a comics lying on the side table.
'And...?' Not much scope for stammerring, but by now I had forgotten all about stammerring and was awaiting miracles...
'Shhh...' she told me gently, requesting my patience I suppose.
I waited, for something to happen, for maybe Griz to disappear into thin air, for maybe Griz to turn into a pizza, (I was beginning to feel hungry) for maybe Griz to turn into phantom of the phantom comics (hehehe, sometimes my imagination gets the better of me), for maybe a *boooom*, or a flight to begin with Griz on it, like the magic Carpet kinds, or maybe nothing at all! Hmm, I sniggerred in my mind for having been foolish to believe that something would happen, that's what was bewitching about the sofa, nothing happened, nothing at all... hahaha, I almost laughed aloud!
Then I began to wonder how long do I have to wait before I saw the bewitched one in its act. I was bored, hungry, sleepy, hmmm... I moved closer to Griz and shook my hands before her face, she didn't look at me. Aha! I thought, so you are not gonna respond hmm? I decided to play along. I gathered cushions from the other sofa and rested on the right arm of the sofa with my feet up on the sofa and slid down. Mmmmmmm.... It was amazingly comfortable, especially for one so bored, hungry and sleepy. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep!

The same tune

It was the hour when the yellow clouds shifted to allow a purple, full-round, rippled moon flooding across the little pond's heart. Gif hummed the same tune, paused for breath and then the Duck took over. Duck had that usual far, very, very faraway look in her eyes as she hummed the song and they, the eyes seemed dried, bone dry of tears, happy and sad ones. She said it was her numb mood. And as she paused at that high note for a deep breath, Gif took over from that very note, like she awaited Duck to stop. But when Gif hummed the same song, the same tune, it seemed to ooze a mood of silly giggles, crazy dance steps, whacky costumes and mirth. Even while they hummed that same tune they seemed to be in that moody kind of conversation they often fell into in their second meetings.

What seemed crazy to me was that while they alternately hummed that tune that moonlit night, Gif sat on a banana boat along the Coramandel coast while Duck sat in hers at the LA coast.

Moonlit

Moonlit
Dark pit
Hold still, clouds shift
A rippled moon
In the pond's heart
Its the same tune
And the same song.

From the Weird Images Collection

Weird images

Amoeba reading by the fireplace,
Frogs leaping over giraffes,hitting their butts and then falling to the ground
My brains falling out on my notebook
and then i scribble over them with my pencil
Leather skirt and pink shoes.

A pink tongue?

Suzy was a pink-tongue-ed, muddy brown frog with cream colour spots all over her, who made me wonder all the time how she got her tongue pink. She was a plump little frog who ate more than leaped. Frogs as you know at any point of time do any of the following four activities _
*Eat, they stick their looooooong tongue out at this cute little thing flying past and zap it in, all in a half moment, much too fast for the cute little thing to realise it was in and not out the next moment.
*Mate, they make those horrid croaking sounds, sometimes only the male ones, sometimes the female ones too, but horrid croaking noises it is and then they sit atop each other and mate for hours together.
*Sleep, now this one's a toughie, you might hardly ever have spotted a frog asleep. They don't possess a single eyelid, so its real tough to guess they are sleeping and if you got too close observing... poooh they'd wake up. Most guys who study frogs say frogs never sleep but I disagree knowing fully well how much Suzy sleeps :)
*Leap, this is not just sleep without the s, they are leaping to mate or they are leaping to eat, leaping is a way of life and I loved the way Suzy did it, almost like she were dancing over the pebbles.
Now getting back to Suzy, so as I was saying, Suzy ate more than she leaped and she leaped more than she mated but most of all she slept, slept a slow sweet slumber, or thats what she called it.
But the other day when I saw her at the mela, I felt stumped with the answer. She was neither eating nor was she mating nor sleeping nor leaping. She was licking this hugggge pink-est cottony candy. She seemed too engrossed in her candy at hand to bother with the usual croaky 'hi', moreover, I was scared she might stick out her sticky, pinky hands for a handshake. All this while I sat on that bench by the giant wheel with a giant pink cotton candy in my hand ;)

Aloo-Peas Pulao

Potatoes were peeled and chopped, this and a handful of peas were boiled for a while, tossed with little spices and friend onions. Then cooking oil was heated in a pan, jeera left to splutter for a while after which the cooked rice was added and tossed and fried around before the spicey potatoes and peas went in there. Everything was tossed around for some more time, its like people left to make introductions to each other and mix well with each other and then came salt and those green leaves that give nice smell, what do u call them? Another 2 minutes later, Aloo-Peas Pulao was ready, then filled into the pink lunch box, which now lies forgotten over the breakfast table and all that yummy Aloo-Peas Pulao rotting inside it when it should be getting all eaten at Gif's lunch table right now. Sob, sob...

Noone sees them coming!

If you hear them coming
you probably will not smell them
If you smell them around
you surely will not hear them

Sometimes they sound like
buffaloes bellowing
And sometimes very like
cats mewing

Sometimes they smell like
spoilt and/or burnt eggs
And sometimes very like
Hydrogen Sulphide

They don't care for
who's there and who's not
They don't care for
how big is your ego

They will come
when they want to
They will linger
as long as they want to

Covering up is
usually useless
It's best to give in
to the mess

Have you ever heard of
this poem called 'Death, the leveller'?
In many ways they are
what we call 'Fart, the leveller'!

The Peacock

Last night, in the glade by the side of the hollow trees over the west side of the jungle, there sat a group of birds discussing their day, when suddenly to their congregation flew the peacock. The peacock called himself thus. I mean the peacock referred to himself as the peacock and so I call him the peacock today! The peacock also called himself a walking-talking and flying encyclopedia of all and sundry. Whats more, the peacock also called himself the best looking in the whole of the jungle!
If you must ask me for a fact, I'd hate to have to tell you that for a fact, the peacock indeed was a walking-talking and flying encyclopedia of all that happened under the sun and the moon and also looked as good as a bird ever can. I know there exists no bounds of his knowledge and his great looks and I bet he does so too, all-knowing that he is!
So it hardly came as mis-wording when he referred to the new good-looking doe in town to be 'as proud as the peacock'.

To Black Lily

She had a black metallic body, shimerring in the glow of the setting sun, patchy in the shadows of the clouds that floated by, sporting resplendent an appeal and having the sparkly beauty of an owner by her side!
Though this was to talk all about how the new baby appealed to me but a few lines about the owner by her side would do no injustice to the Black Lily as I now choose to call the new baby. The princess had on a very usual looking blue and black attire but she managed to have her usual charm on me. Blue and pink flowers clung to her and a gold pendant dropped a little from a chain around her neck, daintily. She was deciding to smile when the photo was taken of the princess by her newly acquired car whom we now call the Black Lily and who is now the Princess's favourite baby, resulting in only a thin line of a smile before an excited, ecstatic face! Her hair flew all about her face. Sometimes my maid servant looked like that too. I mean with her hair all about her face and a thin smile hanging by her lips. It was almost like she demanded that I call her cute. Well, I did, that is call her cute, but not before her but to another friend. Coming back to the princess, she held the key firmly in her hands and leaned against the Black Lily, almost suggesting that I dare not make the mistake of missing out on a ride with her and Black Lily.
Now coming back to Black Lily herself, her technical specifications can be gathered more accurately from the princess. But what I can tell you is how directly the head lamps stared at me, singing 'Loooook at me...' Don't tell me you haven't heard of this song by this very hot singer. Oh I forget her name, a spicy creature... lemme see now... aha Geri Haliwell! 'Look At Me' is soon going to be a movie name too I hear. Don't know what that concerns but Black Lily strongly hinted a 'Loooook at me...'.
Then her silver crown, it spoke of a majestic flavour I usually associate with the prince of this world. The crown was what one might consider for the idea of a sceptre and sat on Black Lily to add to her glow. It commanded in Silver a mantra of supreme in power and significance.
A little peek into her insides and I knew Black Lily will be my favourite, an objet d'art! Aah, what comfort it echoed. And I eagerly looked forward to my ride on the Black Lily with the Princess to the Grand Canyon.