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The cheerful roly-poly Tony Had but one trouble, not very tiny.
A huge sphere- his rotund belly- Bulging from the chest, they called it chelly.
With a small head sticking up Northside, And tiny limbs protruding Southside, Poor Tony had a tough time staying upright. His friends were tempted with an idea bright: To put a sticker on his head, saying, ‘This side up”.
Once, while relieving himself on the roadside, A little boy clapped in glee and announced, “I seen it! I seen it!” Tony of good cheer tossed him a coin, Said , “Good thing, boy- haven’t seen it myself for many a day now.”


The boys and girls came reluctantly for the semester examination, like lambs to the slaughter.
The dhoti- clad, strict examiner looked even more menacing with his soda bottle glasses.
“No copying!” he declared solemnly.
The exam was in its fifteenth minute when the examiner went to relieve himself.


Clad in dirty torn knickers                And reeking of cheap liquors,                The man in charge of the pyre                Let loose on me his drunken ire.               “Where wast thou all these days?               So busy couldn’t reach even for the blaze?               And now that he is merely ashes,               What good are your wet lashes?”               As the wind blew up the dust,               The undertaker spat out in disgust,               “His sons were at each other’s throats,               To decide who would pay my efforts.
             The daughters were splitting the spoils,              Without a look at father’s mortal coils.              And the village folk’s concern very simple-             - Dispose the carcass and re-open the temple.”
             Seeing my eyes moist, he softened in a flash,              Handed me gently a fistful of the hot ash;              Muttered softly, “I know not who you are,              But you deserve this for you have …



One day, I happened to see a group of teenagers in our local club. Seeing one or two familiar faces, I casually walked up to them to see what they were up to.
“Hi uncle!” said familiar face.  I hi..ed back and asked him what was supposed to be going on.
“A get together, uncle,” said another slightly familiar teen with a bored look and promptly lost interest in me.
 One of the boys seemed to be hitched or connected at the ear, head etc to many contraptions. I was alarmed as he appeared totally motionless. “Is he er… breathing? “ I asked one of them.
“He is listening to music, uncle!” answered one among them, in exasperation. The others looked at me wonderingly as if I was an inmate just escaped from Jurassic park.
“You said it is a get together!” I pointed out. “Yes it is, uncle, are you not seeing?”
What I was seeing was another teen, a girl, typing something feverishly on her ‘smart’ phone. She was ‘what’s apping’, I was coldly informed. A third one was chatting, another was chirping, all …