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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Monday, 14 September 2009

.humour in ladakhi english... ;) :)

I was sick so i went looking for the dagdarr ( doctor ) , he treated me well, wish there were more dagdarrs. But everywhere is see is matars (master)Every household is having at least one matar. Early in the morning i polished my sbut (boot ), drove my jeep (every moving car is a jeep ) and went to leh. There i met friends from dilli, jambu and chandugarh. Every one was talking about some shating (shooting) , the heroin was no doubt gorgeous, nothing like her in the whole of zambuling(world) , some part was being shot in Ladakh and the rest in munaling (manali) , the hero was to dabe( dive) in water but the water was damn cold , there were many people who had come to see the shoot, lots of gyagarpa's , gurkhas  ,dajoos and ladakhis . There are many sokools(schools)  in leh, i could see children in a hurry in the morning as they were getting late for the parayt ( prayer). I could see them chewing rabbatmeetha (chewing gum) , i could hear some maymaylays listening to khabar in there rildis(radio).Seeing all this i started having bilack preessure( blood pressure ) :) :)

7 comments:

stany said...

hey thats quite funny...
wat bat the seeto(Stove) n sukul(school)....hehe Saint Peter is
S T peter....
heheh.......

tsetan said...

heyaa dis 1 so gud... i waz laughing like a drain!!

riggs said...
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riggs said...

..i ve added sokool doc..u busy filling cavities..

angmo said...

hahahaha
dat was very very funny
hilarious

riggs said...

..ders lot of humour goin around..we need to notice it..hehe

Boyd said...

..i ve added sokool doc..u busy filling cavities..