Smilent Treatment

Mr Lal. A Management student. Description? Tall. Dark. Intelligent. Weakness? Cant speak long sentences. Made fun of.
Month of April. Class Viva. 4 minutes per student. Topic? Abstract.
Students speak. Interesting topics. Dot. Black. Cross. Tissue. Death. Curve. The letter K.
Lal’s turn. Minute one. Smiles. Doesn’t speak. Students laugh.
Minute two. Smiles some more. Not one word. Teacher laughs. Mocks.
Minute three. Smiles the widest. Lips sealed. Uproar.
Minute four. Utters. “Smile. Contagious isn’t it”. Chuckles.

Owner Beware!

This is the absolute story of my Vodka Bottle and the gradual disappearance of its content.

An almost empty Absolut; in my closet it lie,

Half filled with memories; rest yet to espy.

Call it a demanding gift; call it a bottle of strength,

An out of range friend; gave it on an unexpected consent.

Flashed its silver armour before a dive to fly,

And it sparkled and twinkled without a night sky.

I unsealed the glass figure with a concealed pride,

“Its Cheers to the people in the room!” we cried.

With strummed music to drink; and magic potions to hear,

A Baker’s dozen swayed with peculiar head gear.

A quarter was soon under my stable custody,

The one third empty statue mocked “You’re a slave to me”.

At the crack of dawn; it was closing time to indulge,

Saw the mould hug its image on a mirrored ledge.

A grave negligence to leave it unguarded and free,

To find it guzzled in few days; by unwanted company.

Two thirds gone; said the pessimist in me,

Still wishful to recover; sighed “Who could it be?”

Now in a cabinet safe from harm it lies night and day,

I guess best possessions are better tucked away.