Lose-Talk (Love-Speak)

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On unrequited love:

What I had lost was never mine;

but she had lost what was hers and only hers.

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The Beauty And The Beast

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Surely knowing thorns would take the blame,

many a time,

it’s flowers that quietly cause/deliver the hurt.

 

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Bonfire

Sanmargam

Isn’t it strange…

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we make Ravana to set him on fire (later)?

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Thick As Thieves

This was originally intended to illustrate team-work.

But, I thought, it succinctly captured the dynamics of coalition politics in our country.

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That it happens even without coalition is never a surprise:-(

 

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Tables Turned

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‘Let There Be No Light,’ He said. So, It Was (Wasn’t)

thesun.co.uk drunk

It had been a rather difficult day for them.

They retreated to where they usually did when overwhelmed with the feeling of not being equal to the world out there. Thank god (!) for these islands of solace where they let one lick one’s hurts and wounds undisturbed, unhurriedly and unwatched, and often magically transform, however briefly, sorry losers into bristling winners.

Like all good things, this too had to end.

Making their way out, somehow going astray, they found themselves passing by the gates of a shrine.

A booming voice from inside stopped them dead in their tracks, admonishing:

‘Ye sinners, how much more would you do…’

They looked at each other.

The voice kept up: ‘…alcohol, gambling, women…’, pausing for effect.

‘Who is talking to us?’

The taller of them peered inside.

‘Oh, it’s a guy in white robes.’

‘Why is he talking to us? We said nothing to him.’

‘It’s not just us, there’s a whole bunch seated before him.’

‘Why are they letting him insult…instead of grabbing him by his neck and throwing him out?’

‘How would I know?’

The man in robes resumed: ‘There’s only so much god puts up with…’ pausing again.

The penny then dropped for the taller one: ’Oh, he’s a godman, a preacher.’

The shorter wondered: ‘It’s a mystery to me…why doesn’t he show up if had a message for us instead of…’

He was rudely interrupted in his reverie when the man in robes thundered: ‘And when that happens, there’s hide and heart to pay. Begins with light being snatched away from your eyes…yes. You go blind…’

And there it happened with a flash and a pop.

Seconds later, the taller yelped: ‘Man, I’ve gone blind, can’t see a thing.’

The shorter joined: ‘Oh, no, me too…it’s all so unfair…to pull our sights out…just like that without a word or warning…’

The taller was one with his friend. ‘You’re right. How’re we to know how much is ‘so much’?’

The shorter speculated: ‘Is this man god himself in disguise?’

Just then someone bumped into the two.

The shorter recovered his poise and consoled the offender who also appeared to be not seeing: ‘No use making haste, now, mate. What’s done is already done…I mean ‘so much’ that you have already piled up to your (dis)credit…’

‘Move aside, will you, idiots,’ hissed the figure, ‘Need to get there, I’m the electrician here.’

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When Men Of Words Play Pass-The-Ball…

the outcome is a delightful read! It’s amazing how one takes off where the other leaves it! Enjoy:

(English version follows)

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Mirza Ghalib: ‘Permit me to have my drink in the Masjid (place of worship). If you don’t approve of it, show me a place where I could with no god around.’

Iqbal: ‘A Masjid is where god resides. It’s no place to have your drink. Yes, there’s one place where you could…the heart of a non-believer.’

Ahmad Faraz: ‘I’ve returned precisely from there, finding the place not of the kind you’re alluding to. It’s not without god – only the non-believer is not aware.’

Wasi: ‘There’s no place on earth without god. Make your way to the heavens where you’re within your rights to enjoy your drink.’

Saki: ‘When I have my drink, it’s for nothing but keeping sorrow at bay.  With no sorrow around, it’s no longer fun to have one’s drink in the heavens.’

Meer: ‘We drink for pleasure and blame it unfairly on sadness and sorrow. Have a jug full…you’ll see the heavens right here on earth!’

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PS: The translation is not word-by-word. Attribution not checked for authenticity.