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Think Twice.

Think Twice.

Think Twice,

Before writing a letter.

Think twice,

Before doing a dance

Think twice,

Before eating a burger.

Think twice,

Before travelling wide and afar.

Think twice,

Before singing in a hoarse voice.

Think twice,

Before asking something.

Think twice,

Before you buy a thing.

Think twice,

Before you ring.

But don’t think twice before you say a nice and beautiful prayer.

Adios!

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Thick Head Francesco.

Francesco has a thick head. He used to walk every day to a town nearly eight kilometres away to buy tomatoes, for they were eighteen pesos cheaper there. He would eat about twenty five tomatoes per day and his teeth and shirt would always be stained with tomato extracts.

He had a small piece of land and there only coriander used to grow.

Soon, Francesco decided to buy a farm ranch and took a loan of sixteen lakh Pesos. He had mortgaged his ancestral land.

He used to live alone and had a big dog named Tusk with him. Tusk was a big dog and he used to drink two litres of milk everyday.

An old man had decided to sell his ranch, so he had put an advertisement in the newspaper. Francesco liked it bought that ranch for three lakh Pesos.

The rest of the money he had not yet used.

The farm ranch which he had bought was named “Ant’s House”, as that old man had been an ant lover. It sounds weird but it is true.

“Ant’s House” had two horses, eight cows, seven buffaloes, three bulls, eight pigs and twenty hens in it.

There was a mid-aged ranch keeper, who charged Twenty thousand Pesos per month and a delivery boy who used to sell the milk and eggs daily at the market. His salary was sixteen thousand Pesos.

Francesco thought that the salary of the ranch boy and the delivery boy was unnecessary, yet he didn’t remove them, for he didn’t know a single thing about ranches or of its animals.

Francesco’s little sister, who used to live four villages away, once came for two days’ vacation to his house. He then told her about his ranch and she was delighted. She used to breed animals and look after them, at her husband’s farm, which had been sold recently.

She said-“”Oh! Francesco, my elder brother, can I come regularly and look after your ranch?”

Francesco-“Ofcourse you can. I shall pay you twenty thousand Pesos. I can’t tend to it much, for I hardly know a thing or two about it. I had even bought a book called “How To Look After Animals.”

“Yet I barely could anything.”

Latina- “From tomorrow, I shall do this very job. I shall finish my daily chores by eight and shall reach here by nine thirty am.”

Eight months had gone by. Latina used to tend “Anr’s House” with much care and…..

The “Ant’s House” is now known in the neighbouring twenty towns and villages. It is extremely famous for it’s cheap and high quality milk and eggs.

Today they have a booming business and many milk companies and egg sellers source their product from the Ant’s house and they have bought many animals too.

After all, Francesco didn’t turn out to be much of a thick head.

Adios!

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Illegible Handwriting.

Illegible handwriting is that disease which can’t be cured. It can’t be read, so there remains no question of understanding it. Doctors top the list of illegible writers. What they write, is an epic which can be understood only by God Almighty, Jesus, Lord Rama, and the doctor who has written it. A co-doctor may or may not be able to understand it.

Suppose a doctor scribbles-“Paracetamol, thrice a day” in his beautiful and unrelenting illegible handwriting and therefore the patient can’t read it.

Now when the patient tries to decrypt the world’s most “understandable writing”, he fails miserably. So, he goes back to the doctor who has written it, but the doctor has already left the chamber. Thus, he takes the help of another doctor, who reads the prescription and says-“Your doctor has prescribed protein with milk, twice a day.”

If this happens in reality, then a patient having fever, would suffer terribly, while having and gaining a lot of protein and would remain uncured of the fever.

Students are the next be illegible writers. The write so legibly that after the marks are declared, they have to beg the teachers or professors to pass them in their examinations.

It is a known fact that students have to write a lot of things within two or three hours. Due to this exercise, students practice fast writing, so their paper gets completed within the stipulated time.

Now, many students scribble along so fast that “Mitochondria” reads “Mi………..” or as”Mitoc………..” or “Mindjocnipoj”.

Now out of these three words, which word reads as “MITOCHONDRIA?” So, therefore the marks awarded be zero out of two or four or….

It’s left for the teacher to understand and to do justice while giving the marks.

If the teacher is nice and good, then well. Or you are doomed to the power infinity.

There are few students, who practice such loopy and cursive writing that it would take more than three and half hours to complete their three-hour paper.

Illegible writings are also seen in adults, who having the air of being an adult, often write so illegibly that it looks like their signature in each and every word.

Illegible writings are the worst kind of disease, as they meaningless. It’s better to do so, in your dreams, for if you do it in the real world, then simply tear off that page or chew it up. Rather don’t chew. A dustbin is a much better place for a torn-up piece of paper. Practice neat and clean and legible writings, for the world is a much better place with it.

Adios!

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Bare Feet.

Bare feet,

The child came and asked for a chocolate.

He said-“Please give me three, for I want to share it with my friends.”

The man gave him three eclairs chocolate.

Bare feet,

The boy laughed around.

Bare feet,

He sang and danced.

Bare feet,

He travelled the world,

And bare feet,

He conquered it.

Bare feet,

He perfected his art of dancing.

And today he is a dancer at his level best.

Bare feet,

He spoke to the world,

Bare feet,

The world saluted him.

And thus, he became known to the world around.

Adios!

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It Did Not Matter.

It Did Not Matter.

It did not matter,

Whether they won the match or not.

It did not matter,

Whether they spoke or not.

It did not matter,

Whether they were happy or sad.

It did not matter,

If there was any jam on the bread.

It did not matter,

If all were alone.

It did not matter,

If tomato was eaten.

It did not matter,

When will all be good?

It did not matter,

For there was nothing to want.

For it was a dream,

Which simply vanished,

When the soul woke up.

Adios!