Dear Puppy Manohar,
I wrote the following for my homework-essay, "All that glitters is not gold":
We bought the finest persian carpets, made by the prettiest fingers in the world. With fine tapestry and soft fabric. Whilst we slept and dreamt on the carpet, it flew and took us all around the world. The grandeur that the western winds showed us hypnotized us.Precious gems and gold filled our eyes. Greed filled our minds. Ambition engineered our hands in to wings.
As we flew around the prosperity with desire as our only map, I looked back east. Far away in the distance something glittered in the dark.I couldnt resist checking it out. The closer I drew, the brighter it shone. Gold! I couldnt believe after all, there was Gold in our land.For years, as we yearned for opulence, this was our time. Gold, after all.
I had to give up my wings to the western skies. They won't let their wings go away from them. I had long lost my carpet. But anyway, carpets dont fly eastwards. I decided to swim eastwards. I crossed jungles with hungry beasts. I fought blood thirsty storms. I negotiated with the adamant sun. Gold! it was. Anything for Gold. What is life but a quest for Gold.
And there it was just around the horizon, pure glittering, shining GOLD. It was all mine. I rushed madly towards it.
Well, it wasn't GOLD. It was something else...
All that glitters in not GOLD.
regards,
Baby V.
I wrote the following for my homework-essay, "All that glitters is not gold":
We bought the finest persian carpets, made by the prettiest fingers in the world. With fine tapestry and soft fabric. Whilst we slept and dreamt on the carpet, it flew and took us all around the world. The grandeur that the western winds showed us hypnotized us.Precious gems and gold filled our eyes. Greed filled our minds. Ambition engineered our hands in to wings.
As we flew around the prosperity with desire as our only map, I looked back east. Far away in the distance something glittered in the dark.I couldnt resist checking it out. The closer I drew, the brighter it shone. Gold! I couldnt believe after all, there was Gold in our land.For years, as we yearned for opulence, this was our time. Gold, after all.
I had to give up my wings to the western skies. They won't let their wings go away from them. I had long lost my carpet. But anyway, carpets dont fly eastwards. I decided to swim eastwards. I crossed jungles with hungry beasts. I fought blood thirsty storms. I negotiated with the adamant sun. Gold! it was. Anything for Gold. What is life but a quest for Gold.
And there it was just around the horizon, pure glittering, shining GOLD. It was all mine. I rushed madly towards it.
Well, it wasn't GOLD. It was something else...
All that glitters in not GOLD.
regards,
Baby V.
"Alright! But hear me and hear me well, the day will come, oh yes, mark my words Seinfeld, your day of reckoning is coming, when an evil wind will blow through your little playworld and wipe that smug smile off your face. And I'll be there in all my glory, watching, watching as it all comes crumbling down!" - Newman
P.S: I got 2 marks out of 10. WTF!
6 comments:
If you guys are curious about what it was, if not gold. Do let me know.
"Curiosity does not always kill the cat"
I have been a shy pussy for about 4 years now. I never let guys even touch me and i am pretty much one of those girls who get scandalized when a fellow boy cracks a non vegetarian joke. However i totally believe in eating animal meat especially the cat.
Oh i was there for the gold rush in san francisco. whilst towns, churches and a government system were being built , i was busy forming sexist clubs like Pussy's Liberation Association and ask my pussies, what not have i done. Why the hell do u think frisco is one of the most liberal cities in the world today. It because of me and my pussies. It got nothin' to do with the gold. You might be a dog and u might have bullied quite a cat in all your playday years. But don't mess with this pussy cause she ain't dyin'.
Dont think you can make me curious and kill me.
I am here to stay. Oh the dogs and mice of the world have tried to poison my milk and accused me of being the primary source for aids even. But none of them have been successful. An nor will you.
I think, as a proud pussy, i have pretty much made my point. Cause "big girls don't cry, they get even!"
"If the milk turns out to be sour, i ain't the kind of pussy to drink it."- Lock stock n 2 smokin' barrels
Curious. Also want to know what n00bs means. Nobody is telling.
*pout mope pout sulk*
all gold diggers gone following Meckenna and his gold...digging it out of dead mens teeth, MJ's footprints and the like...surprised any thing glitters..other than a gujju mask's grin on TV...i vote for the pus.
Was it Sulphur?! I hate Sulphur. It's an anti-fungal.
splendid!!!
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