Pranam COMEDY OF ERRORS
For we may pity though not pardon thee. There is none but asses will be bridled so. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! Fie, brother, how the world is changed with you! Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. The venom clamours of a jealous woman / Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. We came into the world like brother and brother, / And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another. MEGADUTHAM OF KALIDASAN humour वक्रैःकार्यैरवमतिजुषां टोपि! चूडासि तस्मात् सन्देशं मे हर विलपतःक्रुद्धकन्याहतस्य। गन्तव्यं ते गृहमतिकटुस्वान्तवत्याःसदापि श्वानौ द्वारि श्रवणपरुषं बुक्कतौ यत्र बद्धौ॥ “O hat! Since you are the crown jewel of the wicked, who perform ill deeds, I, who suffered a slap from that peeved girl, weepingly ask you: do carry forth my message. You must go to the house where that stone-hearted one lives. At its very door stand guard a pair of chained barking dogs.” SUBRABHATHAM BY RAO व्यात्ताननः श्रवणकर्कशरूक्षकण्ठः काको विरौति निकषा तवगेहमेकः। लब्धावकाश इव संसदि दुष्टवक्ता सामान्यमानव सखे! तव दुष्प्रभातम्॥ “Near your house, with its beak wide open, a crow rends the air with its cacophony, like a vile tongued politician who got a chance to speak in the parliament. O common citizen, wish you a bad morning!” Humour in uniform My dad and uncles were all in the Army during wartime, but only two of the three served overseas. One day, at an event honouring veteran, a young man asked where they had been stationed. “I served in Japan,” said Uncle Sid. “I served in Korea,” said Uncle Jerry. “Baltimore,” said Dad. “Keeping it safe for democracy.” It was our first day on the rifle range at Lackland Air Force Base. I felt confident as I aimed and squeezed the trigger of my carbine for my first shot. “Good news and bad news,” my instructor said. “The good news: You got a bull’s eye.” Before my head could swell too much, he added, “But it was in somebody else’s target.” While serving in Vietnam, my friend and his buddies were hunkered down in a mud-filled hole that had been dug into the side of a berm and covered with lumber for protection. Their one extravagance: a bare light bulb they’d hung from the “ceiling.” One guy was reading a newspaper article from back home about a congressional investigation into why some troops were living in relative luxury. The guy put down the paper, turned to my friend, and said, “Well, there goes the light bulb.” KR IRS 27521 -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion on the web visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CAL5XZopRkU%2BW5ydFXu1f6ynmiEK90s9VCgbw5nOMJP0o__NTgA%40mail.gmail.com.
