Category : English Poems

The Story Of A Monkey Nation



Once upon a time some mad monkeys got free,
They knew nothing, except jumping on the tree!

A wise man died helping is now being venerated as father,
But these monkeys just love to emulate their own kind rather,

Those few brave men, who suffered helping set monkeys free,
Now lamenting that why evolution isn’t happening on this tree?!

Nature is saying, those you helped are just bunch of baboons,
They will stay buffoons, since sanity can’t be fed via spoons,

Watching other human nations progress, monkeys just grate,
Monkey mantra is, yeh we’re dumb but our ancestors were great!

In monkey nation nobody asks where they are really going,
Moving backward doesn’t matter, it’s just ride they’re enjoying,

When you talk about science, they gasp exclaiming ‘what?!’,
Monkeys aren’t learning anything after inventing ‘naught’!

While being a beggar, they say, we had lots of leaves & fruits,
Now tree is empty because of those human tyrants’ past loots,

Why some transform into human and some remain as monkey?
First of all, ability to have such thought is the evolution’s key!

Next generation of monkeys, still addicted to the same dope,
What they want to do is just be a bigger monkey and sit on top!

So who want to help these mad monkeys and give some rope,
Well, to such thankless and useless job, my answer is nope!

Not  because  I  don’t  have  ability  or  the  required  rope,
But when asked, God smiled and winked, indicating no hope!



Disclaimer
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No monkey has been harmed while writing this piece. ( If they are mangling each other themselves then it’s a different story ) 😉

This is pure work of fiction and any resemblances to any nation or its citizens is just a coincidence. ( Unless you are intelligent enough to know that it is not! ) 😉

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Voluntary Personality Evaluation Test

Select the expression best suits you while reading the above piece,

1.) It just doesn’t make any sense or I just can’t understand it

2.) It makes me angry

3.) I just burst out of laughter

 Answers:

If you selected,

1.) Congratulations – you have successfully preserved your ancestral cerebral abilities

2.) Now you are not just an ape but a mad ape

3.) Glad to confirm that evolution is working in your case!

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From our research we have found following few more indicators which depicts an ape like aptitude and behavior

– Wasting time on social media sending ‘Happy Independence Day’ messages without understanding or mediating on what freedom really means.

– Changing personal or group DP, simply because ‘others’ are doing it’ suggests strong affinity to ‘ape-titude’.

– You have a strong belief that some person, politician or a religion will set you free.

I will end here because once a wise man told me that apes don’t take it well if asked to use their mind for too long. Or maybe I was just saying that to myself…

Category : Gujarati Poem

The World Is Just A Story



જગત છે એક વાર્તા
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આ જગત છે એક વાર્તા એ જાણતા ઘણા વરસ લાગશે,
પછી એના બધા પાત્રો અને કથાનકો બહુ સરસ લાગશે,

દુઃખી  જ રહેશે એ,  જેને બધું  ભિન્નતા ભરેલી જણસ લાગશે,
મેળવશે એ અહર્નિશ આનંદ, જેને સહુ સર્વથા સમરસ લાગશે,

કુમતિ  જે  છે  એને  તો  આ  કૃષ્ણ  પણ  હવે  કંસ  લાગશે,
મૂર્ખાઓના  મેળાવડા  તો  એને   શુભ્ર   જ્ઞાની  હંસ  લાગશે,

શોધ્યા  કરશો જો  એને અહીં તહીં,  તો પછી વરસો ના વરસ લાગશે,
જાણી જશો કે એ તો છે મહીં, તો મિથ્યા બહારની બધી તરસ લાગશે,

પ્રકાશ અને અંધકાર ની જેને  છે ખબર,  એ જ્ઞાનીને જ ફર્ક લાગશે,
નાસમજ  ને  જો  આપો  સ્વર્ગ,  તો  પણ એને તો એ નર્ક લાગશે,

કહેતા પહેલાં જરા વિચાર તો કરો, કે વાત સાંભળીને કયો મૂર્ખ જાગશે,
ભલે  એ  સત્ય  હોય ‘હૃષી’,  પણ શ્રદ્ધા વિના તો એ ફક્ત તર્ક લાગશે.



Everybody knows, and still somehow they don’t! Isn’t it funny?! Everybody seems to know some sort of philosophy which tells them that what you see is not really what you get, but still they are not able to grasp the reality! Yes, the reality of reflection. Reflection of your own projections, sometimes you get it back as expected and most of the time, as some kind of distorted, mingled menagerie.

As Krishna describes in Geeta that the one who really knows the essence of the things, remains unperturbed by the circus around. Same as the ‘projection wall’ of the cinema hall remains as it is, even though all sorts of movies are being projected on it. Audience experiences the thrill with mixed emotions of sadness and happiness, but only the ‘projection wall’ seems to know that all this is not real!

That unperturbed and enlightened soul is call Sthitpragnya by Shree Krishna in Geeta. Until and unless you come to know what this cinema is all about and learn to detach yourself from unnecessary role playing, your existence is mere misery.