The travelling inn

The travel inn

For the traveling

Our man a simple man went to the market square, one evening

Came across he a group of the king's people in great turmoil

“‘Tis the matter fellow countrymen? Our man asked the woebegone ones...”

“It is our king my good man, our king!”

“He changes not the rations during this time of famine and incessant drought...”

“The cows are dying and the crows are crying in glee

Cried we have and the womenfolk too! At the very feet of our obstinate HE”

Our man scratches a brow and cracks a knuckle

Says "Hmm quite a jimmy that be ...quite a jimmy" and left off with a throaty chuckle...”

And through the square and into the palatial garden's green...

Marveling at the contrast between our kings parlor

And the dry earth of the square and the humble country man living in squalor.

So he climbed up not unlike his fellow men ...but with an ace up his sleeve.

Sat the king upon his satin lined throne

A grape in his bowl and keeping him company a chicken bone....

The king on seeing our man waltz in let out a cry

"Ai wait a minute you !where do you think you be strollin!??"

Our man looks around a bit..And with wry smile says...

"This is nice ..Very nice thing you got going on around here chappy"

"...chappy??!here who do you think you are?"

"Oh…me? I’m a traveler and this is definitely the place to be when rest is the need, is that gold?"

"Err yes...but this is a palace and i am the king!!!"

"Oh you almost had me there ....how much for a room 'sire'?"

"What do you mean how much for a room?"

"Well ...this be a travel inn, a nice one if i may say so, so I was -"

"Hey you! This is my palace! Why do call it a commoner’s travel inn???”

"Well 'sire' who lived here before you?”

"My father the king of the land before me..."

"Indeed! and before your father may his soul be blessed"

"My grandfather of course!..."

"Is that so ...and before him?”

"Why my great grand- here are you putting me on??!!"

"Oh so who built this travel inn?”

"Well its been in my family for generations..."

"Indeed....so your great grandfather, you grandfather and your father where are they now?"

"Well they are dead you oaf!"

"Oh come and gone have they ??...sounds then that this place is a mighty old travel inn..."

And with that ominous line our man left the king to sit and ponder upon a mountain of thoughts.

And as he laid himself to sleep that night

death gripped him and he shivered in fright.

He wondered if this was the last light in his lamp.

If so then he'd be remembered for nothing

So that night he sat upon his throne and called for paper and ink

He wrote out rations and decrees like a mad man

And when the sun arose stretching its hand

The king's decrees were made known and that took some time to sink

The commoners rejoiced amazed at the kings sudden change of mind.

They now called him wise and called him kind

And on his gates is written for all to see

"Life is long until it is short; make do with it while you be."

-mithrandir

Corner.

Standing in my little place
Where two walls meet face to face ,
Its the place I go to,
When there is no,
Place I can go to.

Its my hall of fame where I'm sent in shame,
Its the place I go when I feel I must
Lay all my stuff ...ashes to ashes and dust to dust.

Its in the middle of my head ,
Just sharper instead .
Its the place I run away from...
Where my silly tunes I hum.

Its the place without a future ,
Its without a past suture .
Its my tense for my tense present sense,
Where I hit my head when I sense it gets dense.

Its the place where this brick
of this wall meets another brick in that wall,
The place where I go
When I
feel that I need to wander like a random faceless old goner
My lost space ,my corner.

- mithrandir

Will you fly away?

Who do I sing my songs to ?
Who will hold my hand...

Is there something to do
Won't you help me understand ?

Will you see what I sing and sing what you write?
I may not even be,be what I may seem...

Do you have to stick by the rules?
Rules that make as much sense...
As things gone by... in the present tense

Am I walking in life or flying through a dream
Can you tell me the time?
Will you light up that light that shows me my way?

Will you tell the nightingale his night is now day
Will you tell him he's out of touch,
Singing the same old tune,
It loops over again...
And he might just fly away...

-mithrandir

War and Piss : Let there be Loo

-I don't like latrines(author heaves sigh of relief...the truth is finally out),I'd read this blog quite long ago and laughed out(but sighed in relief ...atlast i stand not alone) of the various notions the author had dealt with.

-I hate college loos specifically (not that FrCRIT has one constructed under thatched roofing or anything...we got good stuff there),it just that people like me ...we don't like moving around so much between lectures, so we pretty much come into the loo with a loaded gun.

-Now by logic one would think the glass is quite full here ,easy stuff to spill out right...but there you are standing there with about five other people there flanking you...and my fellow bretheren we are under drought conditions.

-Now this personal hygiene...so lets try and keep it personal..."sachin kya shot marra bey!"...or..."abey kaunsa lecture hai ?"...and sometimes (often in my case)..."tiffin mein kya laya rey ...?chivda ne?...rukh haat dho ke atta hoon.."...these i tell you is exactly what makes watering the plants a super tough ordeal.

-There are some lads who love sports and hence will not let go of an oppurtunity to test their "Rooney"tackle ...now I got nothing agains camradrie or any such knightly ideals...but ...give a man a moment of piss...

-I mentioned the pandav problem above...what the hell does one do if you have four other guys standing there and there is but an inch space...I wish I was vertically challenged at this point of time...alas...

-The traditional loo art is often a relief...
Man has been at the forefront of scribbling out his life be it the ancient caves...or our homely school bench.
But the loo is unparalleld when it comes to art...
Ex:
"Look left...Look right...Look up...Look down...abey idhar udhar kya dekh raha hai ch^&*%^& kaam katam karke kalti maar!"

"You must be this high to be on the ride."...better still
"You must be high ...tobe on the ride."

"Aim for the stars..."
"To stop train pull chain..."
"integration formulae...balanced chemical reactions..."
"make piss not war(chembur karnatak...ssc exam...hope such works are still there.)"
"latrine out order...use ladies..."

-If there are conclusions to be made then I am sorry to say this author has been called upon to make sure that the plants are watered...

Over and ...out.

-Mithrandir