S.U.P.W. No. 3

Dear Fans..
This would be the final piece (for now.. atleast till our dear SKK lets loose his creative humour for us again..) of the series Selected Useless Poetic Works by SKK.
Here you are..
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From the poet’s desk.....

This particular poem is quite unlike my other ventures.... it is written as a song to be sung by a group of (specified) people. By singing the poem aloud, one can appreciate and depreciate the very meaning of these lines.
Well...yes...this poem doesn't talk about the socio-economic issues... One can store some water in a water bottle... but just because one can (as well) store alcohol in it doesn't make it an alcohol bottle. Very similarly just because you have done some work, you can't be called a worker...and along the same lines, just because you have cooked some food, you can't be called a cooker. Life is very similar to a pressure cooker..... (Not necessarily a person who cooks under pressure)....
In all, I would like to say this...Thillaalangadi is not just a poem or a song... it is A POEM AND A SONG.....please note the difference. It is a way of life.
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"THILLAALANGADI": emotional outbursts of a 3-year old

How still the bell bottoms in staples.com stand....
Still swollen in one eye...
After last night's fight...
They leap upon their webbed feet....these frogs...
Their age hence is measured in LEAP YEARS.

(Repeat “How still” three times: to be sung strictly by chorus group consisting of two males and three females (age no bar) whose 2 premolar and 2 molar teeth are missing)

Could mortals sip wine....?
The under-developed fright....
Of a delivered kite...
Q would crumble even though light.

(repeat "Could mortals" three times: to be sung by 3 years, 2 months and 11 day- old boys and girls totaling 7 in number (any combination except that there has to be at least one representative from each group) )

Who has not found heaven??? hell no...
Well....well...well...so???
Come on guys...grow...grow....
There you see.... a crow…crow....
Oh...oh....
It is MARTIN CROWE.

(Repeat "Who has not" three times: to be sung by old divorcees who have retired from service from a central government company)

Maxima and minima may come and go....
But optima are there forever to show....
I missed a tiny fly...and...
Even today, this makes me cry.

(Repeat "Maxima and”: to be sung by the tallest boy in the group who has secured 73% or above in his UKG half-yearly exams but failed in SSLC in the first attempt but was state first in the second attempt. In case of more than one eligible candidate, there should be a lottery to decide the winner)
THE WINNER THEN SINGS ALOUD THE ENTIRE POEM...BUT WITH TABLA, BUL-BUL TARA, MOHURSING AND IF POSSIBLE, SARANGI AS ACCOMPANIMENTS.

- GREAT POET SKK
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Summary (Poet’s version)

Emotional fall-out…..what a word even though this has nothing to do with the present discussion!!! Supremacy over souvenirs can be achieved if and only if idiosyncrasy and inundations are dealt with. Inoculations are not a way of life…rather innovations are.

“I missed a tiny fly”….this means that the poet missed a plane sometime in his youth and to this day, he still feels bad about it. Time has flown by…it seems time has leapt in chunks of four years rather than one….hence, the term leap years has been used. The reason frog is used is that frog, being an amphibian (Bufomelano stictus) can live in water and on land… likewise, one should learn to live in sad as well as happy times.

What is the need to take to alcohol just because one has had a failed relationship? Did Einstein think that General or the Special Theory of Relativity has something to do with being related? Blood is thicker than water….but wine is thinner that the blood drawn from a goat whose medulla oblongata is oblong. Hence, one should never ever give in to fright. The letter Q stands for Quiescent…meaning still…..If one is afraid, everything will come to a stand still.

Everybody has found a way to eternal bliss....but due to the vagaries of Nature, Science, Cell and Biochemistry, he/she has lost it. So, one has to have the insatiable quest for excellence. The poet stresses that the socio-economic conditions in South Somalia can never influence the driving test results in North Pondy Bazaar. Hence, always, go for it….never give up.
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Reviews
[we had to restrict (with obvious regret) ourselves to only a few of the well-known critics/poets.. -Bhaskar]

DAILY JALSAA
Stupendous.....marvelous.....this is not a poem...this is a way of life.....in fact, it should be classified as the FIFTH VEDA after AYURVEDA, RIG VEDA, YAJUR VEDA and SAMA VEDA.
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DAILY REEL
We have run out of words trying to describe this work of art.....in fact, we have not started printing tomorrow's edition because we are at a loss for words....
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GAPSAA TIMES
we believe that the poet tried to reinvent the wheel from the point of view of a three year old.....one might think there is no reference to the invention of the wheel.....JUST BECAUSE THIS POEM DOES NOT TALK ABOUT CALCULATOR AND COMPUTER DOESN'T MEAN THAT THESE DON'T EXIST. One has to draw inferences from the obvious and not so obvious hints....
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Let me tell you...I’m not very emotional when it comes to poems...but I had to cry...the poem demanded it.....
- author of the famous book "SEVEN WAYS TO COUNT TILL SEVEN"
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I don't think I’m even qualified to talk about SKK.... from now on, I won't write poems till SKK asks me to..... this is a solemn "promise, colgate, close-up and vicco vajdradanthi".
- William Keats