melancholic drummer

drawn in grade 8

       "What is that I hear?"

   listen closely; the steady boom of a drum-
Look, there he comes down the street.
Boy, he looks sad..probably he is an orphan.

And look at his face-
         He looks as tho' there is no joy left in
his world.

     the lad keeps on beating his drum as if his little Life depends on it.

infant eyes

  say hello to a wee child
with a gray mouth-!

        If she says hello back,
  would you be amazed?

 We all were rather tiny
        once.
I think..but I don't really
  remember many details
of that
   stage in my Life--

     Do you?

inadequate individual

  He checked his image once more in the visor mirror of his BMW before stepping out into the crisp autumn air. The sun shone brightly but it did not impart much warmth to this section of the city. His left arm was raised and his expensive watch glistened in the light as he checked the time; still two minutes early. A sparkling, glass skyscraper towered above him but he did not look up--he seemed too preoccupied. Two sets of automatic doors whirred softly aside for this important looking man. Marble and polished chrome gleamed on either side. Everything was in perfect symmetry; potted plants, modern leather sofas, and artwork on the walls. He ascended the escalator as he gazed about. A secretary clothed in a black dress waited behind a rich mahogany desk with a fresh arrangement of exotic flowers on it when he arrived on the second floor. 
  "Good morning-" she said.
  "Good morning," he said "I have an appointment with Mr. Gorelia, if you please."
  "Why sure," she said while scrolling through some sort of list on her Macintosh, "Mr. Harms?"
  "Yes, that's me.."
  "Okay it should be just a few minutes. Have seat over there." she said waving her hand in the direction of a lavish chair beside a perfect Japanese bonsai tree.
  He sat.
  Three minutes later the famous Mr. Gorelia summoned the visitor to his spacious outer office. Mr. Harms tried to cover his nervousness as he entered.
  "There is no need to sit down," began Mr. Gorelia "What I have to say will not take long. You are not suitable for the job I had in mind. You are dismissed."
  Mr. Harms turned and walked back down the hallway. It felt like his head was exploding. How could this be happening to him? He didn't deserve it. He tried in vain to act professional as he passed the secretary's desk.
  "Have a good afternoon." he heard her say as he dashed down the escalator. He took no notice of the automatic doors as they swished aside. His mind was in turmoil. His day was spoiled. How long would it take to start all over? Where would he start?


                                                                  Questions.
                                                                          ..
                                                                          

we are done in this book

  You thought the letters in the book were your friends 'til they mutinied and moved on to the next classic novel..


    "sad day for you!" they say quietly-


   your brain becomes confused.

laughing in the woods

This a rather sad story for me, but it is still interesting:
 
 
   A German has been ordered to stop laughing out loud in the woods after joggers complained that he was disturbing the peace. Accountant Joachim Bahrenfeld, 54, from Datteln said he goes to the woods after work and at weekends to have a good belly laugh. "It's part of living for me, like eating, drinking and breathing. I feel much better when I laugh, it's freeing and healthy," he said.
 
  Now he faces a $7,000 [£4,000] fine or six months in jail if he laughs out loud again after a jogger successfully took him to court saying he was disturbing the peace.
 
   German laugh expert Susanne Maier, who founded the German Laughter Academy which aims to teach serious minded Germans to lighten up, said, "Mr Bahrenfeld has been doing what we advise our students to do and that is to find a place they like to have a good old giggle. It would do the person who made the complaint and the judge good to come along to our school and learn for themselves the benefits of letting it all go."