Things have been happening fast in the “jungle world” that is my room. Myriad creatures have arrived making my room look like a railway station. Previously, you have been introduced to Jaga and Moosy. Now there is Leo the lion, Puppy the dog, Dog the puppy and Bunny the Easter rabbit in order of appearance. I shall proceed to give you a short character sketch of each.
Leo the lion, an avid 24 fan, thinks Jack can never die. He is small but can stand his own against any of the other creatures. He has an intelligent expression on his face and is quite obsessed with his hair. Each day he makes a new hair style and I have to rid all fancy ones by giving him a good shake. He is most afraid of hair dryers and loves shampoos and conditioners
Puppy the dog, the only female in the forest but quite un-beautiful to look at, tried to dance with each of the other creatures in turn. The tiger slept off in between, Moosy had a big nose and tummy which got in the way and Lion was too small for the big Puppy. Puppy, when she first came had a habit of saying the most romantic things in the most old womanly voice possible. Her dialogues ranged from, “I think it’s puppy love” to “You’re doggone cute” and finally what drove us mad was “woof woof Give me a kiss”. We were forced to shut her up forever.
Dog the puppy, a small dog with disproportionately long ears who can fly and can hang from anything. We tried reasoning with him that dogs don’t fly. But he wouldn’t listen. He scared poor Jaga off by flying and reaching his nose. So we had to put him in a basket under a pillow. He has the most droopiest expression and the funniest furs.
Bunny is a black and white Easter rabbit with long bunny ears, which made dog think he was perhaps a bunny too. Bunny loves his ears and claps, dances, head bangs with it, when he is not bouncing about. He bounces about all the time, scaring (waking) Jaga out of his wits by bouncing on him. When he first arrived the other animals told him that Jaga was the most active of them all and Bunny should go play with him. Bunny tried and tried to wake up Jaga, and after a while gave up. So now he takes his revenge by bouncing about and annoying all of us, most of all Jaga. He has a pink nose and a naughty expression to match his disposition. His special talent is his ability to gather news and secrets with his super sharp ears which go beep beep when he is engaged in such an activity. Bunny loves the new serial “Drive” and loves to play Jeopardy!.
Special Guest appearances by Rafael the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle and a snow white bear which sits stupidly on the book shelf.
I will get back to you on more of the Jungle group’s escapades as and when they develop. Till then Goodbye from all of us. Jaga! JAGA! Wake up and say goodbye. There! Now goodbye from all of us.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
A poem for a poem
To be a poet, you need to know sadness
And pain and suffering and the madness of love
Because you can write about sorrow
Of heartfelt unrequited love
Of broken hearts, of brave heroes going to their death
You can't write about happiness or joy
because it doesn't stand the length of a poem
How can you catch a ray of moonshine
Capture it on paper and give it meaning
It is but a fleeting glimpse hiding
in the folds of dark memories of sadder things
So talk about tragedy as the greatest poems did
Tragedy of love, tragedy of bravery
Tragedy of life, Of Odeipus thrice-cursed
Was it not a poet who wrote "Better
to have loved and lost than never have loved at all"
You can make someone cry or even
Make them laugh at someone or something
But you can't make them feel happy
People who love, people who are loved
don't have poems about themselves
They are too busy being happy
So squeeze your heart for red ink
And wring out your tears on paper
Don't write about hope except as a dream
Don't write about happiness except with sarcasm
Don't write about pleasure except as a cynic
And if you do write lovely happy poems
Keep it away from the cold, cynical
sarcastic bitter world
And pain and suffering and the madness of love
Because you can write about sorrow
Of heartfelt unrequited love
Of broken hearts, of brave heroes going to their death
You can't write about happiness or joy
because it doesn't stand the length of a poem
How can you catch a ray of moonshine
Capture it on paper and give it meaning
It is but a fleeting glimpse hiding
in the folds of dark memories of sadder things
So talk about tragedy as the greatest poems did
Tragedy of love, tragedy of bravery
Tragedy of life, Of Odeipus thrice-cursed
Was it not a poet who wrote "Better
to have loved and lost than never have loved at all"
You can make someone cry or even
Make them laugh at someone or something
But you can't make them feel happy
People who love, people who are loved
don't have poems about themselves
They are too busy being happy
So squeeze your heart for red ink
And wring out your tears on paper
Don't write about hope except as a dream
Don't write about happiness except with sarcasm
Don't write about pleasure except as a cynic
And if you do write lovely happy poems
Keep it away from the cold, cynical
sarcastic bitter world
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