Saturday, April 12, 2008

The Charoli tree








I have a lovely garden cultivated and it feels so fresh in the evenings just to sit on the “jhoola” and swinging in the sweet thoughts or long telephonic conversations or munching upon the nuts dried in solar cooker.. :P

Just when I was having a nice time as it drizzled in this month of april heat, I saw the huge giant tree called ‘charoli’ (I don’t know its biological or English name either) which shedded its leaves and these pretty looking leaves were being sprinkled over the lawn of my garden..! I was just enjoying this amalgamation of green and light brown color ( this reminded me of the raisins over the cake, ummmm, lemme also relate that electron theory too- electrons are like raisins over the cake on an atom) ( now I started remembering my 11th std days……)

Just then, I went out to buy a packet of maggy from some nearby shop, and voila, I met my 11th std chemistry sir who used to take our laboratory sessions..!
Well, the moral of the story is----> nething in excess is not good.. (wondering how come such moral came here??)

Me and my sir just talked about the wacky things of the lab sessions, I remember, when I was suppose to add hardly 2-5 droplets of some chemical, I added to filling the flask almost (by mistake :P) resulting into the black output instead of pink. Now wat to do?? Slowly I moved towards the ceramic sink and poured the sin into the gutter to start off again..;) And not to forget those countless test tubes which are no more today grace à moi..! once I felt pretty sorry for the sodium crystal thrown in the sink resulting into a booom ( did I really :o )…

Coming back to the charoli tree, the next day, almost the same time, same scene, I was worried for these leaves.. Waht if the start growing?? These leaves have a seed in them.. this can spoil the look of the lawn.. :P

Monday, April 7, 2008

My dear diary!!

A neologism to my antilogy

Far here I stand,
Want to smack, want to whack
The pretty me fighting with the other shade of mine,
From “on the edge” of the this endless circular magnet,
Now I step out to see the vim.
And like the wax melted, my outer shell did,
Fine! So I get to see very me..!!
Its not the wings that can make me an angel,
lemme fly the bats aaout of my mind,
But some magnet still pulls me in
Am holding myself within
Not looking back again,
I would just kick your ass to disdain.. :P

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