The Curious Case of S.K.Prathap – an Associate Professor of English

This story is written by an approved sniffer. You may wonder whether dogs could tell a story. If dogs can bark why not write. After all dog is the favorite friend of man. You may say that  man is not the favorite friend  of dog. The idea is stupid. The truth is that he is. Man invented the proverb “curiosity killed the cat that went to Mars” – but never a dog even though dogs investigate many curious and suspicious cases. That is the passport to our job as detectives in Crime Bureau of Investigation of the World ( CBW ).
This story is not a thriller but a dilemma. An Associate professor draws a monthly salary of not less than 0.1 million rupees, by which he can buy a Tata Nano car once in three months. But Prathap was not feeling happy. Some issues haunted him. But who is Prathap?. Wait for the balance of the story.
Prathap was born, completed his studies and works in Kollam, a town near Koyilandy near Kozhikode (previously  known as Calicut ), the land of the zamorins. I sniffed through the case. Prathap works in a college run by the CCT ( Casteless Community Trust )  which of course takes a hefty sum as  donation from aspirants for giving the job of lecturer in their colleges.
But Prathap’s was not such a case. He never had to give money.  Once the CCT members  fought among themselves and the trust was taken over by the court for a brief time. It was at this time that Prathap got the job. He impressed the interview board and had to pay not even a paise, save the rupee. But the whole world looks at him as a paid teacher. This was his dilemma.
These facts were found out by investigating a single line from one of Prathap’s huge untitled poem. The line is “How much will make the ship sink the sea into a desert”.
I felt terribly sorry for Prathap. But as a dog what could I do but wag my tail happily when I see him. I became angry at the whole world that misunderstood my dear Prathap. I howled miserably  – once for him and once against the whole world, in protest.
Please don’t take this seriously  as paid teaching is the rule in Garbage’s own country. And as they say barking dogs seldom biting dogs seldom barking….!
And the story breaks off here…

Politicians ( at least ) Cover Up Your Face….!

The following story will never walk, run or happen in India – which is a highly developed country with qualified politicians and satisfied subjects; with milk flowing as a white brook on one side of the road and honey flowing as a brown brook on the other. The citizens often get intoxicated with excess drinking of honey -: as a high degree of sugar equals alcohol.
This somewhat devastating story happened in a location called as BF ( Burkino Fasa ) in the sub-African continent where nothing except starving people and thirsty animals existed. But as global economy prospered due to neo-liberal policies of different Marxist governments BF also galloped. Money came in and with it democracy spread its wings.
Roads turned to runways and flights took of and so too politicians’ ambition for wealth. Soon everything was done only with a commission and the pack was led by the 10% President.
When money came through unearned ways politicians had to find a way to spent it. Soon sex became a hobby for them. They were supplied with girls in ice cream parlors and high ranges by loyal pimps. One even had the fancy in an airborne flight.
With development of media, public consciousness also grew. Some sexual encounters of the fourth kind by them began to get exposed. People started questioning them. There was a reader politician in the ruling pack. He had read even the works of Vadakke Koottale Narayanankutty ( VKN ) hailing from a remote village called Tiruvilwamala in Garbage’s own country. The story told by the wise sexual politician runs like this.
The upper castes in a feudal village had the right to use any number of low caste women for sex and have unlimited children in them. The children never knew that the landlord was their sperm donor. But one day an urchin had the affront to call a landlord “DAD!”. The dad fumed and snorted, seeing which the lad scrammed, never to return.
People of BF were also beginning to behave like the undisciplined Keralite lad. What shall we do, was the moot question. We have to continue with the commission and free sex, et al. But how?
They went to an old experienced journalist. He advised:
“Use condom’.
‘We use it, stupid’.
‘No you do not’.
‘You want evidence?’
‘You caught me wrong. Use a big one to cover your face also’.
Thus the issue was settled and cover up given to the whole scandal and the politicians lived

happily ever after.

 

 

Changing ( Seasons + Man )

To escape a horrendous summer
Drive out and dive into the snows
To play with a snow man.
To escape a winter
Ride a camel and go to a desert
To play with the dry sands.
Stay on for spring
To play with the chirping birds
And dancing flowers to the
Tune of a cool breeze.
Tell it to the birds
That you are changing to a bird or a
Migrating animal.
Swing from branch to branch
Like our supposed ancestors.
Erase the criminal spots on you
Join nature,
Be happy and

Don’t turn

Mother Earth to a

Killer.

Mother

Jan

17

 

The core of a carnatic raga
A lullaby
Which my mother forgot to sing or
Which I forgot as I grew up
Mother the most sweet experience in life
The whole Universe in a cradle
Swung gently by a mother…..
A mother fights for her child till the last drop of life
A life which she willingly gives to her child.
The womb, safest place in the world
Very secure, where not even light pierces you.

Is Western Ghats Burning……?

Deep inside the nearby forest
A dead twig cracks,dry leaves rustle
Something glows inside the woods
Is it a fire; oh no….!
Let it be a firefly
Appearing and disappearing in the still night
For animals’ sake
For birds’ sake
For man’s sake.

Che Guevara……!

Che Guevara
You have become a saleable commodity
To be marketed
Only by the anti-imperialists.
You spray revolutionary thoughts
Far and wide instantly.
Your picture
In which you stood in
Rage…
On seeing a boat full of arms
Being blown up
By counter- revolutionaries.
A pity even Ceausescu
Displayed you
Before being shot to death by his
Own comrades.
The valour and rage against
Injustice, corruption and nepotism
By the rulers.
Has it gone in vain?
Hijacked by neo-liberal revolutionaries
Who build castles with the
Sweat of poor.

 

Apples and Doctors – the eternal enemies

An apple a day keeps the doctor away
It is said.
A poem a day keeps even the compounder away
It is unsaid.
Lions and hyenas are eternal enemies
Born enemies are snakes and mongooses
Likewise apples and doctors are born enemies.
The daily apple drives the doctor
To streets with beggars.
One wily doctor tried to eat up
All the apples in the world.
In the midst of a night,
He sneaked into the mansion of a computer wizard.
One bite into his apple
Awakened Mr.Steve Jobs.
He caught the doctor by the collar
And gave a sound thrashing
In his bottom.
And Lo! the Icon of Apple Inc.
Became once bitten.
And Steve Jobs left medicine for good
To become a friend of fruits
And lead a healthy life
Till he visited Heaven.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Judging an Americal Judge in London

A judge is one who judges, not otherwise as you think. He wades through all the lies told by the lawyers of the plaintiff and the defendant and tolerates both. He pretends that he doesn’t believe them and also pretends that he can see the case through the blindfold tied on his eyes. Finally the verdict given will be in a disinterested manner drawn in a criteria that shows that he is unbiased to the cries of the plaintiff’s and the shouts of the defendant’s lawyers.

 

The Thinker

Why does the thinker always sits?
Reason: he has no clothes.
How can he walk naked?
Ashamed, he sits and thinks…
The only thing possible for an idle man.
Confirming present day’s slogan:
No work-more pay-more thinking.

Satnam Singh

Could he have been saved
By the mother?
Had she said a word
Do not harm the boy.