whimsical (or the lack of a better title)

Sometimes I am troubled by this,

how to make something larger

than it already is

a writer i ofttimes call myself

but easily i forget to add

the ingredients of life from the shelf

'the plot' is ever elusive to me
still i keep pondering about things
hoping to write a line or three

sometimes i feel i have got it wrong
as always, there are more pressing matters
than perhaps writing another song

Sure my wisdom Will guide me to the next link
but a friend had me convinced the other day
"You are always less mature than you think"

"no no", I tell her, "I have got it all in my head"
and go on and lie about my idea
of the villain and why he is dead

So another hope I put on you, my Lord
may my actions defend my words, and may
my pen be mightier than the metaphorical sword

a try to win i have to try, the chances are pretty slim
write, write, write I have to
to fulfill a dream, to follow a whimsical whim

I have readied my quill and parch, hence
waiting, praying for that fateful day
when my words will earn my twopence

A day in life of a samosa lover

SL goes for a job interview.

Interviewer :- Hello Mr SL. How are you feeling today?

Samosa Lover :- Good Morning sir. I am fine sir. Thank You.

<right then Office Boy enters>

OB – Sir?

I – OB get me a cup of tea. <to SL> Will you have anything SL?

SL – I will have a samosa sir.

I – What?

SL – Samosa sir. The best ever Indian Snack.

I – <To OB>. OB please get him a Samosa. <Thinks a little> Ok… I will have one too. Also get the green chutney. <to SL> So Mr SL tell me about yourself?

<OB walks out>

SL – Sir my name is SL. I live in Samose Wali Gali area of this city. I like Samosas very much.

I – What? Be serious SL this is a job interview.

SL – But Sir I AM serious. I love Samosa. I think everyone should have Samosas regularly.

I – Whatever. Tell me why should we select you? What is so different in you from others?

SL – Sir I think, I am full of conviction and give my fullest to whatever I am doing?

I – Good. That's a good answer SL. Give me an example from your past.

SL – Sir like I said I love samosas very much. Once I decided to have samosas from all shops of our city. It took my one year to do this sir, But I am confident that I have covered 99 pc of the Samosa Walas. Infact I can tell from which shop a samosa has been bought by tasting it.

I – Impossible. I don't believe you.

SL – No sir it is very much possible. You get unique combinations of samosa and the chutney. With practice you can master it.

I – Nonsense. Nonsense I say. Have you done anything else other than eating samosas in your life. Tell me what are your long term and short term plans?

SL – Sir short term plans are to get a good job so that I can fulfill my long term plans which are to travel all over the country and try samosas from different cities.

I – SL, I have listened to your nonsense for very long time now. This is your last chance. Answer this question seriously. What are your views about westernization of our culture?

SL – Sir, I think the westernization is very bad sir. People are doing unimaginable things. Our whole country looks like a strange place to me. Earlier everywhere you went, you could see samosa walas selling samosas of different kinds. Paneer samosa, matar samosa, aaloo samosa.. but now sir it saddens me to see that you cant find a single samosa wala in so many parts of the city. You will find people it pizzas and pastas and sandwich and what not. Burgers are the worst of it sir. I hate this westernization.

I – enough is enough. <trying to maintain his composure> SL, I think I don't have anything more to ask. We will let you know about the result if you are selected. Is there anything you want to ask?

SL – Yes sir, where do you get the samosas in your canteen sir. I had one while waiting for my turn. Very nice and even though I am an expert I could not recognize the taste. Very good samosa sir, very good.

I - <Goes crazy completely> GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. DON'T EVER SHOW YOUR SAMOSA… I MEAN FACE TO ME AGAIN. GET OUT.

SL - <rushes out of the room>

< I rings the bell to call the office boy. OB enters the room looking shocked and out of breath>

I – What happened to you. Why do you look so shaken.

OB – Sir that boy sir… he took the samosas.. forcibly sir. I gave him his samosa… but he took yours from the plate sir. I chased him sir but he ran like he had stolen the Kohinoor.

<I faints on hearing the word samosa. Outside SL is delving in the most wondrous samosas ever and thinking about a day well spent>

The End