THE BOATMAN'S DILEMMA

I am Charon, the old boatman
who ferries you all towards the light,
Whoever crosses over to the underworld
I ferry them in the night.

Death has brought me yet again
a body embalmed not bare;
But this time I do not see my coin
have they forgotten or just unaware?

Oaring across this great River Styx
the coins have kept me going;
I always demand my fare and dues
if not then I would not be rowing.

Should I make an exception risky and
take this poor old soul aboard?
Will the great King Hades understand my stance
or throw this wretched old man overboard?

'Brave' Hercules threateningly had gotten across,
Another who had sung his way to fame;
Had I been weak and lenient with a few?
Or should I have beaten them at their own game.
 
 Hence I have decided to take aboard the old timer
 and ferry him to the Land of the Dead
 For I know tomorrow when this ferryman dies
 some good soul would definitely ferry me ahead!

'Lords' of the Riverside!

The bickering lords had started the discussion many moons ago.They sat around and discussed.They drank around and discussed.Various ideas had sifted thru their minds.

They held commoners in contempt and dismissed their ideas. With bloated egos, they ran down everyone who came in their way. Living in their own warped world, they seemed to have lost track of their roots, or so The Person thought...Only time would tell...

The rift between the lords and the commoners happened with the arrival of The Godman. Of all people, the Godman! The Godman served the lords and maybe THE LORD too.He came across as a rather ' चालु 'person, eager to please the powers that be....(to be contd)

Sozzled philosophers of the Midlands!

Both reeked of achohol when they sat down on the sofa. It was a Saturday morning a few years ago. They had come to 'lecture' about life and its intricacies,especially here in the United Kingdom. A fine Saturday morning. So many things to be done. So many plans to be executed. But no, the visitors had other plans. Some sort of agenda played on their faces and minds.

The Rat Faced ignoramus was an yes man. Yesman to the core. Lacking sophistication and culture. Blabbing away throughout with his funny anecdotes and trying to impress with his little nuggets of wisdom. Ratface's narration and  attitude would make everyone want to puke.

The Hep Guy was more randy than a gigolo. A wave of his undergarment near a fertile hip was all that was needed for a nine-month countdown, or so the folklore goes.. His reputation preceded him.  He did everything to make others think he was hep. He always had a coterie around him. He and his band of merry men always did everything to make their life merry. But beneath that happy-go-lucky facade lay a sinister,plotting mind.

"Dirty mind"! Gulshan Grover would say.

Heppy started the lecture fuelled by Dutch courage“ Life is an adjustment” he announced! All of a sudden I could see him morphing into Baba Ramdev, with the long black beard and a halo around his head!... Or so it seemed! Lo behold! someone has spoken a great truth that none were aware of!! LIFE IS AN ADJUSTMENT! He went on lecturing and Ratface went on nodding. In between, Ratface did add in a few of his observations which were overflowing with heavenly wisdom.

I was enlightened! I felt like The Buddha under the Bodhi tree!(TO BE CONTD....)