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lesson 1

"When in doubt about what to do,remember to do nothing at all!"
A mother's advice to her pregnant daughter,but there's a lesson for all of us.I have been in the implementing the lesson for 20 years now.

Dhananjay

Poetry in motion,hehe!

Far flew the flamingo,
trying to look all discreet
I knew he was uncomfortable
for he chose not to excrete

/*This was my last shot at poetry.
Notice the excellent alliteration in line 1,and the delightful 'abcb' rhyming pattern.*/

I hate poetry!And seriously , i m not just bitter cos' i am not good at it.
Poetry has no point,serves no purpose.Makes those who understand it unhappy,and those who dont annoyed.It is a bunch of rhyming/non rhyming pretense.It is a terrible,terrible was to 'express yourself'.It is not direct,most of it anyway.
There should be a legislation to ban poetry!
Bah!Now prose is quite another thing...

Seth writes(in his prose ,by the way)...

"He is so indecisive that he takes the cake,or doesnt even know whether to!"

Dhananjay

Whelp

Evening fell and there was young Robbie Keane, ostensibly returning after spending an interesting day at the MCD's unfriendly Rohini headquarters.

I slept till noon, woke up and found out that those MCD guys came and took all dogs away from the apartments.I spent the day cursing my inability to do anthting at all.
Young Robbie,the dog who was barely around here for a month was taken away.If charged with genial mental retardation,this dog would possible plead guilty on all counts.But I would miss the happy and ever hungry bugger, I thought.

Contrary to popular belief(popular=3 people or more) Robbie wasn't named after the footballer(and definitely not after that singer),but after Rabindranath Tagore,who we(now, will you marry me?) Bengalis lovinging refer to as Roby dada.This dog's expresssions are as incomprenhensible as some of Roby dada's late works.

Last month,he appeared with the same retarded expression and expected me to give him food.Now I like people who are forthright and thus were laid the foundations of our friendship.

So anyway he did come back somehow,so i wouldnt go on and on about it.Good dog!

Third rate blues

Every now and then, I keep promising myself that i would write something that is not in the first person.
Finally, I wrote something in the third person.
Frankly it is quite unreadable,which is why its not on the blog.
Meanwhile, a special mention to a great man called Ken Bates for rescuing my longest lasting true love,Leed United football club.

Dhananjayaaaa