One without Reason

These days, one must remember

Are the happy days of December

So tis is the happy holiday season,

Alas for me it is One without reason

Everyone I know is made to slog,

Cos if you dont they will surely flog

My brain is beginning to clog

I can only pour it out on a blog.

U cant commit a greater crime,

Than charging little amount of time.

If u dont work on the weekend,

U will reach a so called dead end,

Oh!! please gimme a break,

Cos I am not a effin freak
I have worked the entire week,

Cant I give my personal life a peek.

Err to ask for a single puny leave,

Your head they will deftly cleave

Ohh but tis the holiday season,

But for me it is without reason

I can only stay somewhat sane,

If someone listens to us bitch,

I utter some words very profane,

My vocabulary is now very rich.

These days, one must remember,

Are the happy days of December,

So tis is the happy holiday season,

Alas for me it is One without reason.

Limerick Shimerick

For the past few winter days
Have been caught by this new craze
Feel the need to pen down a rhyme
Every other time


The days are foggy and hazy 
Work is driving me crazy
Whatever I say has to rhyme
It otherwise feels like a crime

The people I meet are strange
They seem vaguely out of range
This strange girl likes to preen
But she is fat old queen

She thinks she is young
But has a fork tongue

Some people constantly squeak
Their heads need a good tweak

As put down this rhyme
Oh my God look at the time!!!!!!!!!

Glad-I Girly

Let us just say I am (un)fortunate to know a rather frivolous character who shall go by the name of Glad-I girly or (girly) from here on in. (Girly is a closet drag queen who fancies himself to be a casanova.) I digress though. We were traveling together (for strictly official reasons only) to a distant location by a so called budget airline. We entered the plane. Lo and behold we find that the plane had no air hosstesses only male stewards.

Girly exclaimed Ohhhhh!!!! Gosh!!!!!!!! A long flyt and no air candy. NOOOOO!!!!!!!! He grumpily made towrds his seat. A steward came and wished "Good morning sir". The steward was a gym monkey with a funky hair do (Funky Munky) Let me show u to your seat he offered. He read the boarding pass and with a wave of his hand. I saw the wave and was instantly confounded. Could funky munky be..... a DRAMA QUEEN. We walked gurly and me to our seats with FM leading the way. The short walk (or cat walk for FM) confirmed my suspicion. Drama queen indeed..... That would explain the absence of airhostesses..... FM offered to help with our laptop bags an offer girly gladly accepted. Bulging biceps lifteed up the bag in a very dainty manner. Biceps and daintiness...... Barf...

Suddenly gurly felt claustrophobic and wanted aisle. I had to agree out of decency. Only later would I realise the drag queen inside girly was feeling claustrophobic.  FM would pass by and the gleam in girly's eye and bald pate kept on increasing.... Frequent bouts of discomfort and use of call bell followed through the flyt..... I could only look concerned for an office colleague. The sight of bicep ballerina comforted girly....and he would feel better till he needed to ogle at him again...

Thankfully... no circling time like Mumbai and the flyt landed in time. The girly and FM preening and prancing was almost over. But the best was yet to come.... FM had saved the best good bye smile for girly....


The ordeal was over but the adventures of girly continue......