Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill

This poem is a continuation of my earlier poem, Plotting a Murder: The Trap (https://wp.me/p73yZZ-42S), posted on December 14, 2018.  I reproduced the earlier poem at the end of this one.

The saga continues, trap was set and baited,

We gave a free run of the place to the usurpers.

To a long planned vacation we went,

Alas, days had passed and still no carcass. Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill”

One-Liner Wednesday – New Year’s Resolution

This post is in response to Linda’s  #1OneLinerWednesday.

I really want to get back to my New Year’s resolution as soon as I can find something to post for One Liner Wednesday and get off my rear end.

Now what was my New Year’s resolution?

Oh well, it already became a Two Liner Wednesday.

Penalty of shopping hungry

Was supposed to pick up my daughter from the airport in the morning.  Flight arrival time was 8:00 AM.  Airport is about fourteen miles north of our house.  During office days it is a nightmare driving those fourteen miles but today being Saturday it would be a breeze, I thought.  So I did not set the alarm.

When I got up in the morning and trust me it was not because any other sense of urgency but due to nature’s call, it was already well past 7:00 AM.  Hurriedly got up, brushed my teeth, put on some warm clothes and rushed out . As I took my car out of the garage, saw the beautiful sunrise.  I just could not resist taking a photograph over my wife’s vehement objection.  It was already near 8:00 AM and my wife scolded me that we were going to be late.  But hubby knew better.

Now what is the worth of a photograph if you could not share it with your near and dear ones via social media.  By that time wifey dear was near hysterical.

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We had to skip breakfast for being late ( supposedly ).  It’s difficult for me to function normally without the morning cup of coffee but clearly I was in no position to stop anywhere to pick up from a drive-in.  As we were still about 5 miles from the airport, my daughter texted that the plane landed.  I will not elaborate what happened for the next few minutes. Let me just say that deadly silence was interspersed with accusation of my callousness.

Now as we all know, those pure of heart are always loved by the gods.  In this case also the god of airport lent me his / her helping hands.  The air bridge malfunctioned and by the time we picked up my daughter from the baggage claim area, we had circled the airport three times.  Now was the time for me to brag but either hunger had dulled my repertoire or better sense prevailed.

By the time we were driving back home, our hungry stomachs were plying soulful music.  Over the protestation of my daughter, she wanted to get back home and hit the bed, my wife gladly accepted my offer of picking up breakfast items on our way home. She even volunteered to pick up some bagels as I shop for milk, bread etc.  And this brings me to the title of this post.  Never go shopping when you are hungry unless you are ready to pay the penalty.  As a picture is worth thousand words, I will  let the picture speak.

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Suffice is to say that we had a hearty breakfast.

And to add to the good feeling, WordPress alerted me that I am now three year old.  No, I am not talking about my biological age, no wish to become a second Benjamin Button.  Today is my third anniversary of blogging.  Though I started writing poetry again in February of 2014 after nearly four decades of being away from writing anything except exams and project/work proposals and presentations, I started blogging only in December of 2015 ( thanks to my nephew whose constant goading started my blogging).  That I survived for three years in blogosphere, credit goes to my blogily.  Your encouragement keeps me going.

3 Year Anniversary Achievement

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com!
You registered on WordPress.com 3 years ago.
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.
Did I mention that by the time I remembered to send the sunrise photo with my whatsapp group, it was well past morning. Satisfying a hungry stomach always gets first preference over social media.

Kindergarten Teacher: Thanks to Hank Ketcham for the laugh

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Let me start with the disclaimer that I have utmost respect to teachers and specially teachers working with children. That’s an awfully hard job.
I always enjoyed reading Dennis the Menace cartoon strips.  Even after so many years, reading old strips brings a smile to my face. So when a friend shared some selected cartoon strips in whatsapp today, it brought some happiness to a gloomy day. Sharing the one that brought the loudest laugh and again with my apologies to all kindergarten teachers.

Oh genie, where art thou

In a month’s time it’s time for the wedding
No, not mine, my old country I am visiting
But the happy occasion is turning to a bad dream
My better half wants to see me fit and thin
To the store she goes and shirts she brings
That are not for me but for people trim and slim
I can fit into those only in my dream
Every ounce of my body fat is shamed and screams
Oh, how I have dreamt of good food and sweets
Now it will only turn to month long fight to be fit
Madly I hope my bottle of water will turn to a magic drink
One gulp of the magic potion and voila, I shrink
With sinking hurt and a feeling of doom, the slim fit shirts I button
Over the protest of my tortured body and protruding belly button
Dread the day when one extra sweet and my shirt flies open
Oh genie, where art thou when I need the thinning boon
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Pants, that’s for another time
Time to get up from my rear end
And get my drink of water and lime
Lest I am stuck to the chair, unable to bend

My Pancakes Sang the Blues

Poem based on my culinary skill experimentation making breakfast today (8-31-2017) morning

Breakfast time,  to the kitchen,  pancakes in the menu today,
Healthy choice, blueberry pancakes, to start the day.

Searched the fridge, no fresh berries, what to do,
Frozen berries, used for smoothies,  to the rescue.

Microwaved for a quick defrost,  what a soggy mess,
Limp blueberries floating on purple juice to my distress.

Start the batter,  fire up the stove, pancakes I will make,
Frozen or not,  blueberry pancakes,  whatever it takes.

Batches of pancakes,  all nice round,  plump and soft
Bottom of the bowl, looking melancholy, was a deep purple broth.

Made little blue batter, why let good thing go to waste,
Out came a few blue pancakes,  looking their best.
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Proud of my culinary skill,  top of the pile blue pancakes went;
One look at them,  my better half screamed and went into a rant.

Don’t judge by the color, I reasoned,  taste and give them their due;
Alas! lost cause, cast aside, my lovely pancakes sang the blues.


The blue pancakes were very tasty though

Story of the Broken Umbrella

Cold damp rainy day
With a bubbly in my hand
Reminiscing about the good old days
My eyes drifted towards the corner
An old broken umbrella
Leaning against the wall
What could have been
Those glorious days
Side by side we walked
Umbrella in my hand
Shading my beloved from
Sun or rain
One moment of chivalry
Turned into a life of misery
When I offered the umbrella
To the beautiful siren walking by
Clothes clinging to her body
Thoroughly drenched in rain
Nine stitches on my head
And my broken umbrella
Is the only memento I have
To ruminate about my ex
On a bleak rainy day