Dad writes on sons
Dad writes on sons FB wall:
Dear Son, How are you? All are fine here. We miss u a lot. Please! TURN OFF THE COMPUTER & COME DOWN FOR DINNER.
Now then, my sons, listen to me; do not turn aside from what I say.
As far as sons go…You’re truly world class! Happy birthday!
Now then, my sons, listen to me And do not depart from the words of my mouth.
And now, O sons, listen to me, and be attentive to the words of my mouth.
All the sons of Dhrtarastra, along with their allied kings, and Bhisma, Drona, Karna — and our chief soldiers also — are rushingI see all people rushing full speed into Your mouths, as moths dash to destruction in a blazing fire. (11.29)
All the sons of Dhrtarastra along with their allied kings, and Bhisma, Drona and Karna, and all our soldiers are rushing into Your mouths, their heads smashed by Your fearful teeth. I see that some are being crushed between Your teeth as well. (11.26-27)
Champu is getting his sons mundan done and writes leave letter to boss: “As I want to shave my son’s head, please leave me for two days.”
Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
– Kahlil Gibran. Happy Arbor Day
I got angry, threw my Nokia phone at a wall and watched as it smashed into a million pieces.
The phone’s fine though.