Archive for March 4th, 2012
Widow Up-North was so fond of her hen. Throughout Iceland she was known for her industry. Up North with a hen whom she fondly called My little Bank. Every morning she would walk up to barn where the hen did not disappoint her. My Little Bank greeted her with a fine egg. The egg full of Nature’s goodness. Rest of the day was spent by the widow wondering if she would make a fine omelette or take it egg Benedictine. In her lonely life she learned to entertain herself by such simple things.
One day she received a call from one who said,’Trust me I am a Master of Egg management’. He assured that he had his degree from Yale and had worked with the best investment bankers. He also mentioned casually that his thesis ‘How to break an egg’ opened doors to the best corporate houses in the USA.
The widow was flabbergasted and never knew eggheads ever broke their heads on such a thing as an egg. The widow pleaded for time. She knew My Little Bank only needed her company and she never failed her. The Master in Egg Management came soon after with another fellow who looked like a worm but he assured that he represented credit agency Stuff& Nonsense. Without preliminaries he said,’I bring you great news.’ He squirmed as a worm would do and said,’My Little Bank gets Triple A status.’
‘What does that mean?’ Widow Up-North was perplexed. For the life of her she could not think the hen who did not make any one in Iceland act strangely was making some eggheads from across seas make a song and dance about her!
She brought her hen to see the two eggheads.
The hen cackled and she repeated it thrice and walked off. The widow was convinced. If My Little Bank forgot her manners and acted as though she was hit by lightning these two knew their business.
Poor Widow Up-North signed the papers on the dotted line.
The eggheads gave her sheaves of papers and explained.
‘Never Mind these complicated charts and projections! only the top in Federal Reserve Bank would know what all these means.’ The egghead from Yale said; and the worm added,’Of course whatever he knows my boss in Goldman Sachs would know better’. Thus Tweedledee and Tweedledum from Investment Banking left.
Widow Up-North went through the instructions and went to the hen and said,’You are a triple A hen. I will feed you in such a way you are going to lay triple A size eggs three times a day.
Thus the widow followed the advice of the terrible twins from USA.
One month later the widow found the hen bloated like a sumo wrestler and no eggs!
‘That cannot be!’ Widow Up- North was devastated. Everyone in Iceland came to know and said,
‘Two eggheads Tweedledee and Tweedledum broke My Little Bank!
Fancy statistics do not add up. Eggheads who never even picked an egg or a hen except to make a meal of her, ruined widow Up-North.
This is my reading of Fireflies in the Garden-Robert Frost
Fireflies flitting in the musk- laden nightfall
Are as curious as cats with the garbage pail,-
Crystalline luster of their gaze sees through all
While winged fairies will seek here as there
How magic lantern of starry beams do filter,
And join the earth in her bewitching hour.
Original by Robert Frost
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.