ARBORETUM IN MAKING

BAOBAB
ADANOSIA DIGITATA
NATIVE : HOT DRY SAVANNAH SUB-SAHARA AFRICA
AP,KARNATAKA.




OCTOPUS TREE
UMBRELLA TREE
TUPIDANTHUS CALYPTRATUS
NATIVE : Australia, New Guinea and Java


SOME OF THESE DAYS I WILL HAVE MY OWN ARBORETUM
TILL I GET EDUCATED ENOUGH .....

3/8/10

the first thing i learn regarding transplant and regeneration is that if your transplant like
it there in the bed it shows you a high five
yeah !! not jocking
my baoobab and octopus tree like the bed we prepared
how do i know ?
simple its showing high fives
both of them have unfurled each new set of foliage
as is a fist opening up cool
let me see i can learn more
my mali says they are growing up pretty
oh !!yeah
that is what one calls
coolieoooo!!

26/8/10
some stupid goat ate all the green foliage of my octopus tree. it was a downer .
felt blue most of the period thought it was going to wither away.
as i was parking my car yesterday saw a green shoot coming up. Today it opened up like a green fist
giving a high five
cool !!!
hope the stupid goat is'nt around shala patha !!
AND THE BAOBAB is doing just fine previously it was below my knee
now it has crossed the shoulder 15 days it would cross me for sure
think sir kept it to make a Bonsai of it.
DOUBLE COOL !!

la siesta

Drft...Wud

at .....
5:59 am
Monday


BARK !!

was all Benson Soren could utter as the grande valse fell like dew drops into the small glass aquarium bedroom. Brimful with aquamarine early morning deluge.Like a fish his hand swam in the morning ray deep into the river of NOKIA where the soul of Francisco Tárrega was trapped transformed into a fluttering nymph .Which was now jetting out Tárrega's gems in staccato of spitoons ,kicking up a schism in the silken Bernoulli of fresh morning air along the humane curves of his naked foil.
his fingers metamorphosed into shark tooth, tore 13-16 bars and had the nymph hacked gory by a sudden snap.


6:00 am Monday


BARK!!BArk...


was all he could cough up to the abstractions that trouble him at night.
As his mind dawdled off into a real sleep


Daily 6:00 am

was his hour of redemption.Ben truly enjoyed redemption like stuffs. He enjoyed this so much so that he resisted the pills with promise of dreams.Which he had in bucket full free & legal. In amounts you would find gold goblets at king solomons mine.
It was when he took out his vorpal blade hidden beneath his pillow.


Snicker !! Snack !!

with a swift blow he took those monsters down.


Oh ! how sweet it felt


as his tryst melted down into an amnesia of nectery sleep churrned up from the viscous bile in his deepest pits.Like the nymph breaking free of the frozen bars into a frenzied waltz.
Probably this was all he lived for.All the time after that ,its candy juice formed diamond strands.And all the time within the lattice ,the little yellow molecules, got closer and closer.
A gargantuan heat & brobdingnagian force built up to a cataclysmic proportion. Till the whole crystal castle collapsed into a sandstorm of golden wasp which stung his eyes like thousands spears squirting acids into the sore. So he could take it no more & closed his eyes ...........to wake up to the world

by 8:30 am

8:31 am

BARK !!! BARK !! BARK!! BARK....

he was hurtling down mad
into A Rash above the head-post
that read

'In the core of God's abysm,—
Was a weed of self and schism;'

from his
"Santhali" mother ....Long dead.......infected from a white magician.




NB :
WE ALWAYS HAVE LIFE EXPERIENCES OF VERY SHORT DURATION. MUNDANE DAILY OCCURRENCE THAT DON'T MAKE IT TO A STORY. DUE TO THEIR DAILY APPEARANCE. SAY LIKE A SUNRISE.BUT ARE OF IMMANENCE SIGNIFICANCE TO MAN DUE TO THEIR VITAL REPEATABILITY. IT IS SO MUCH HIS PART OF CHARACTER.IN-FACT SOMETIMES HIS WHOLE BEING.SO I TRIED TO WRITE ON THIS OSERVATION OF MINE.SINCE I DIDN'T COME ACROSS ANY SUCH TECHNIQUE BEFORE.SO I DONT HAVE A NAME FOR IT.TAKING THE RESPONSIBILITY OF AN INVENTER OF THIS TECHNIQUE.I CALL THIS STUFF
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MIDGETS
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THIS IS NOT A SHORT STORY OR A POETRY.
RATHER A SITUATION BUILDING UP EXERCISE
I GIVE YOU MY midget.
MY FIRST SHOT.
A WIDGET FOR MIND PLAY
GO PLAY...............

WOMEN

Drft...wud



It's dangerous to want
a woman
So was
the boy told
who didn't know the measure of gold
or
how things are bought and sold
how to keep the winds on hold
to rustle up a fire in the cold.

It's dangerous to want
the infant in the crib
he was told
who don't have a shelter to give
milk and honey, bed time fibs.
she belongs to the mother's bosom.
soft and caring ,tender and heave.

It's dangerous to want the
toddler that pees on nappies
scribbles on walls
giggles and wobble
with fits of falls
she is then a grannies call
full of wises with in the walls
so was the boy told.

It is dangerous to want
a bonnie
the boy was told
cause you act funny
looking fr mischief 2 sell a dummy
to keep her at a distance
shan't never be a chummy
Leave her to teachers
to school her some substance.


Its dangerous to want a maiden
so pure and chaste
for some hansome prince
will come in haste
swish her up into a fairytale fest,
to every bodys cheer & rapturous jest.
leaving you lonely,dark & broken
jerred at for the advice not taken.
to keep it on hold.
so was the boy told.


It is dangerous to love a mother
curl up in her warmth & sticking close
makes you kinda soft
for the world 2 rub your nose.
she should tend her other half,
not a shameless full grown cub
prepare for her date with the divine
not pamper the boys recurring crime
so was the boy told

He was told more
how to grow up to be a man.
how to dance to the tick of time.
how to know his bonnies , damsels and dame.
how to drop ancohor & play it tame.

cause it is dangerous to be a boy
it is dangerous not to care
to take destiny by the scarf
and give it a stare

Of course !!!
the boy did'nt heed
did all things opposite
because by the little math he knew
he worked out
how to cage time ,that always flew

so he never grew up
unhappy or old


unlike others
who had the boy sold
who have learned the measure of gold


And of course !!
he wanted a women
head to toe
know her clear & thorough
much.....much more
then those proud show.
Those in a haste to be old
but not to grow.


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THE WOMEN OF A BOY IS AN ANGEL
SOMETIME ALSO CALLED THE BITCH


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7v_GS5qwAkM
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SKUR..MISH SONGH

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Drft...Wud
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SNIKER !! SNACK !!!!!
FACE THY FLAK !!
RUMBLE LYKE THE BUMBLE
BLOWS AND STUMBLE
LIYKE SMITTEN CHAffS
BOW WOW - RIF RAFFS


Tek 2 heels ,
HERE i cumming bounding
tuck ur tail
cos stom en heil
Follows pounding
tables truning
circles rounding
sniff !!snAff !! whiff !!whAff !!
boogie tyke cums hounding

sitting duck
nip and tuck
thr ain"t b no truck
2 settle
evry thing is clen
lyke th thunder strike
split you 2 two
didley dooo


MY SWiee FREND ..
HOPE UR SThIL stOnding !!
COZ I,M JUSsss.. BEGON.iNG ..!!!
so BES OF all the gud LUCK...
as u ShhUK !!
ur lonly thum
shimmy thy pour pour bum.
till i gulp down thy barrel
of swiee swiee Rum.



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This Stuff Is best ever drift ...wud poetry + philosophy
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Dedicated to the happy occassion of trampling tadpoles and making them kinda jelly !!!
SOME BODY STOP ME !! YEAH !!
BY THE BY
THIS POETRY IS LOADED WITH HUCKLEBERRY AND JIM + JABBERWOCKY INFLUENCE
THANKS HUCK !!! THANKS JABBERWOK !!
HUCKSTUFF-JABBER-WORK
IF SUCH THING EVER EXISTED.
HA !HA!!
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THE FAMISHED ROAD

Okri takes seeds of magical realism from south america & plants it in the African soil.
A story sprouts
into
a fascinating Inverted Baobab.
The kind we can't comprehend



Never knew before a fairy tale from the pits of hunger. The spirit existence of a child called AZARO amidst humiliation starvation and exploitation .
What can be the colors, smells,touch of such AZARO dreams
......Okri tells you......
A story of growing up & playing catch up with so called modern western world. AZORO is but Africa.Modernity spreading like rash across the enchanted continent. As its rivers turn into roads.
So what is better ....???
The ever hungry giant that eats itself up in the end ??
or
....okori's witch craft??
An Africa long since transcended into world of spirits.
By the magic wand of western scheme
called
"DEVELOPMENT / TECHNOLGY/ECONOMICS"
that humanity endures today with awe.

You wonder !! Is it so different here in India ??
or in the Americas or the Australasia or Middle Asia
Dont ask
Mr Obamas,
Mr Putins,
Mr Sarkos,
Mr Gordons,
Mr Howards,
Mr Sings,...
OR
even
Mr.Chidambrams .

Not me either !!
cos
i have been destined to live in the bubble
WITH YOU !! IF LUCKY!!
CAN ONLY
look out
AT BEST.

Ask Her instead
She will tell you
oh yeah !! for sure



ASK
THE BASTER GIRL
IN
THE DOMAIN OF BONAFIDES
TO WHOM EARTH ALWAYS BELONGED

PERHAPS ALL ALONG WE ARE TAUGHT OTHERWISE.

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Drft...Wud & Dragonfly

Drft...Wud

The drift wood
jus caught a stream
all coz of an incidental
dragonfly

It was jus but an incident
with a moment of life time
and then they went
their way
as if foretold by prophecy
measured by divine

Life in a moment
a moment in a life time

As the drift wood took to stream
And the dragon fly to its resplendent wings.


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