SNAIL MAIL

There is this son of Del,
Who likes to shoot snail;
And then, the send the pic by email
To his freinds, for them to hail
The skill of their pal;
And reply with a poem so stale.

WHAT FRIENDS ARE UP TO?
One fine evening in the desert, I was sitting on steps in front of my cabin. As I was sitting there I started thinking - I started thinking about friends we have. We grow up with friends and as kids what was that we were interested to know about our friends? Was it the toys that they had? Was it the dress that they wore? Was it the candies and sweets that they ate? I do not remember. But as we grew into high school we were interested what score and grades did they achieve. When we finished school we want to know what college and course our friends got, which city or town have they moved to. Then after we graduated we wonder what kind of job each one of us would end up with. Later, it feels so nice to know that everyone has a different kind of job, a different kind of role to play and are doing well in life. Then we wonder who will marry first, and then when friends begin to wed one after the other, we wonder who is next. Then we wonder who are going to get or who had got how many kids, how many boys and

how many girls. Then at mid-age we want to know how our friends are doing, how is the family doing and what his/her kids are doing. During old age we want to know what disease our friends are suffering with and then we wait to listen to the sad news of our friends departing. When one is old and has a small clique, and kids are staying away, if a friend dies that would hurt so much. That would remind the person about his/her kids and spouse, and he/she would wonder, “When will I?” (Sigh).

Well that is still long way for you and me, my friend. With three of our female classmates married and settled abroad and as the first male friend weds (must have wedded by the time I post this) I wonder who is next and wonder how many kids these married friends of ours have and will have. I wonder…when will I?

THE MORE THE POUND THE BIGGER THE HOUND
After careful and patient observations and deep thinking I have come to the conclusion that ones wealth and the way he spends that wealth can be measured by the kind of dog one owns. Dog is historically claimed to be a very faithful animal; and is domesticated for the prime purpose of protecting ones house from unwanted elements.
If a dog at someone’s house, which is underfed (the dog not the house of course), perpetually tied to a pole and exposed to sun or rain, then the owner of the dog is probably a miser and insecure. He must be a man who hardly spends his money.
If a dog over-fed and strong then the first instinct is not to enter that premises. However, if it is further observed that the dog hardly cares about your presence, then it probably the owner is an animal lover.
Alternatively, if the over-fed and strong dog knows to exhibit it canines in rage then you definitely do not wish to be present anywhere nearby the animal. The man is financially stable and knows how to spend his money.
Taking this argument further we can also say that the richer the person the bigger the dog one has. The more ones coffers overflow the fancier the species of dog one owns.
So, the next time you visit someone, you can learn about the person from the size and type of dog at the house. Beware of the dog, and take note of its size and type.

AS I SIT TOO AND THINK...
As I sit and think
In my thoughts as I sink
To the question as I find the answer - the link
I get up with a smile and a wink.
(I end the lines before more you blink
And before the lines begin to stink)

AS I SIT AND THINK...
Have you seen anybody pick leftover food from a garbage bin and hog on it? I did. And it killed me. But what have I done about such things? Nothing! Maybe I have turned a blind eye towards such incidents. I am no saint. I am a weak human being. So I feel blessed when I get food – proper meal or a bite – to eat, because there are so many who do not get. People could kill each other for a grain! Moreover, I will not comment on the quality of food, I do have choice of eating good food, and I will eat the food available if it is edible. I am no saint. Are you? What will you do for such things?