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Seriously Sincere

I met a sculptor serious night and day Sculpture for him was a silly piece of clay His idols dull with perfection looked with dismay A lump of clay that day inspired his play He poked it here and shaped it there He touched, felt and let it respond He lost dull perfection in that moment of reception Grim seriousness became sincere Try #5 Star Andar Seriousness Bahar This post is also an entry to #CONDITIONSERIOUSHAI contest of IndiBlogger Enjoy the New Cadbury 5 Star ad - #ConditionSeriousHai

Empty RACE

The clock said five. One fine evening 10 guys were seen running on a parched road. They ran for miles, one behind another. Some more time passed before the last two runners became weary. The last one asked, “Why are we running?” The 9th one said, “May be there’s a prize at the end. Why did you get in?” “Because I saw you 9 guys running” said the last one. The question passed to the second one. “I want to be 2nd in the race” replied he. “Which race are you talking about?” asked the first one as they were the only two who continued to run. “Is there no race,you mean, no prize? Why are you running?” asked the stunned second. “Because I like to,everyday” said the lead as he continued. The second one stopped and sat on a bench nearby. Therein came a smart looking man who had heard the conversation. He asked, “You look well built like an athlete. Do you want to run the mega-marathon tomorrow? Be here at five. Here are the passes - only Rupees Fifty.” The flattered guy boug


Robin couldn’t believe his eyes that day. It was a strange sight indeed. Three old monks were walking on water unaware. This river was called ‘Rubusu’- a local word for “strange water”. Many mystical happenings were reported around Rubusu. The monks were cheerful as usual thanking the Supreme Being for a wonderful new day. Robin was worried about the monks falling in water. They had already crossed half breadth of the river. Robin shouted, “Quickly get to the banks. You are walking on water.” “Is it?” said the nervous monks in unison and “Plop!” laughed the river as they sank in.

Simply Simple

Alex:  What is simple? Faber:  Whether in writing, speech or elsewhere we mistake the use of things we don’t understand to be profound. Alex:  Yes, I too thought like that! Then it was clear that I am garnishing what I don’t know. Faber: That is a wonderful discovery. It shakes you completely. Alex: So simple is that beyond which nothing can be said. The question disappears when simple appears.