THE GREAT SCULPTOR JAKANACHARI

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He was a great sculptor, was legendary Jakanachari;

Hence he was known as the immortal Amarashilpi.

When his work demanded his attention total,

He left home, both dear wife and child- still foetal.

Engrossed in creating beautiful sculptures and temple carvings,

Jakanachari totally forgot family and other normal cravings.

After many years passed, he was assigned a work at Hoysala,

An idol to sculpt lovingly for the temple of Chennakesava.

When at Belur his beloved handiwork was to be installed,

Suddenly, another sculptor, a stranger, on him called.

When Dankanachari claimed a flaw in the idol to be there,

Jakanchari swore to cut off own hand if any there were.

Alas! A flaw was discovered in the marvel,

A live frog seen lurking in the navel,

After the sculptor sadly cut off his own arm,

He realized it was his own son, caused him this harm.

Then father and son hugged each other at this loss,

And prayed to the Lord this bad time would pass.

Lo! when they sculpted together another Chennakesava,

God restored the holy sculptor’s arm at Kaidala.

THE LOCKED ROOM

Govindan was facing the problem of plenty.
A very large ancestral house.
Relations of all hues- in dozens-living as a disjointed joint family, of which he was supposedly the head.
Huge quantity of valuables, including cash and jewellery-which he found hard to safe guard from the greedy cockroaches calling themselves his relatives. Try as he might, he could not dislodge a single one among these detested people for fear of offending either a brother, a sister, mother or his wife.
He tried hiding the stash at different places in his ancient thirty-two roomed bungalow and changing places every few days… but was shit scared that someone or other would find out.
Thus, among plenty of other things, he had plenty of angst also.
One day, Govindan got a flashy idea after watching a Malayalam movie about a haunted room in a large house like his.

(UN)GAINFUL RAIN

Ah! It’s started to beautifully rain, So it’s time for me to feign, An infection, cold or any pain, A day off, with sympathy to gain.
But alas! spousey says, ‘Off to work! You lazy, cunning little jerk, Calling in sick to watch buxom ladies twerk, Watching your lusty channels, with a daylong smirk.’
But when she says, ‘If you still be insisting, I will rope you in for housekeeping,' I look out, sigh, ‘The rain, it seems, has stopped, My leave plan for today is hence dropped.’

COWS AND LADDERS.

Renu woke up in a cold sweat on hearing the alarm. She was thankful that her nightmare had been disrupted by the faithful alarm. She had been dreaming that a snakes and ladders game was going on in which she was the coin moving up the ladder, and sliding down a cow instead of a snake.
Hearing some commotion outside her fourth floor apartment, Renu idly opened the door to have a look. There seemed to be some house warming ceremony in progress in an apartment on the same floor. Loud mantras were being hurled by energetic purohits to discourage bad spirits and drive away ghosts. Suppressing a yawn, Renu was about to close the door to start her daily routine when she saw her in the yet dim sunlight- a healthy well built cow.
It seemed to be Renu’s day for cows. She had been sliding up and down a cow in the nightmare and now here was another one in flesh and blood, brought obviously for the housewarming.
She looked at the cow with trepidation. The cow also glared right back. The poor animal …

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