The Ant And The Grasshopper "Stoetry"

The Ant And The Grasshopper "Stoetry"

  May 25, 2020    Infinite-ISH

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The Ant And The Grasshopper, The Greedy Dog, The Wolf And The Three Pigs... do these words give you some nostalgia? Well, even if you get nostalgic, there's no problem to that.

But, somewhere, lost in one's memory, these stories are having a special spot for themselves. Even though one doesn't remember it completely, they are having their place somewhere. 

And, if you want to revive those stories, those memories, today's blog is a beautiful poem; about the story The Ant And The Grasshopper. Well, I prefer to call it "Stoetry" (mix of story and poetry).

I have got inspiration to write this "Stoetry" from Roald Dahl, after reading his mind-blowing Stoetry of the story The Wolf And The Three Pigs. Read on to know my version of The Ant And The Grasshopper, with humour guaranteed!

                                                                      

An animal which comes out of the grass like a popper

Is none other than a gritty Grasshopper

Jumping and skipping in the lush green grass

Can anybody have a life with such class

Look at it from far and it will look like an emerald green tong  

It keeps on jumping all day long                                                   

                                                                                               

But there was this grasshopper which was an exception

With him having a completely different perception

He was a synonym for the word 'lazy'

He was happy-go-lucky; never was his mind hazy

His good friends were the Ants

Luckily he never let them in his pants

Then came the bright summer

Which, in the matter of storing food, was a bummer

For the winter, the ants collected and stored food

But still the grasshopper was in his jovial mood

On the guitar he played Jazz

His life then was all Razzmatazz  

Playing guitar and singing

Was his preferred thing

Summer was approaching to its end; all he did was this

Next arrived the winter's kiss

He hadn't stored grub for Jack Frost

What to do now; his brain was lost

The ants told him to do the same

He didn't listen to them; with zilch shame 

With a hungry stomach he began to roam                                  

Heading towards the ants' home

He knocked on the puny door

And begged for food- which he didn't store

His body was a source of immense fatigue

The fact was known by the ant league

They took some time to think

If starved more, the grasshopper's life would be at its brink

They couldn't say NO

After all, they were always together, during highs and lows

The grasshopper was given food to eat

Kindness had got another feat

The grasshopper gave a big smile

As broad as the River Nile

Thanking the ants enough

Was definitely tough

With enlightenment on his lips

He learnt two important tips

First: Always do planning for the future

So you can avoid a terrible hunger adventure

Second: Never underestimate the power of an ant

It can do much more than just invade your pant!!

Phew! Amazing, wasn't it? By the way, if YOU found it amazing too, you can surely comment! Hope you must have enjoyed it. So, this is all for today from my end. Cheerios, and keep on reading my blogs, Mis Amigos!! Hey! Haven't you checked out my YouTube channel? Tap on the link to learn more: 

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Home Alone

Home Alone

  April 17, 2020    Infinite-ISH

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There are mainly 3 types of people: Introverts (the isolated guys), Extroverts (the social butterflies💬🦋) and Ambiverts (the middle guys). Introverts like staying alone, lost in their own world of thoughts💭, whereas the Extroverts like to be in touch with their friends, wherever they are. And lastly, the Ambiverts, who like to stay with friends but sometimes prefer to be all alone too.

The worst thing hat can happen to an introvert is being thrown into a party🎉 where there are all unknown and man-I-have-never-seen-you-before people.  The worst thing that can happen to extrovert is that being stuck a home, that too without having any thing to do. The worst thing that can happen to an ambivert is experiencing too much of either of the worlds (introvert or extrovert). So this blog is all about an extrovert (yes, that's me😉) all alone at his home that too for a whole SIXTY minutes🕐🏡. So read on, and keep on reading these shabby shenanigans of this person (yes that's me once again).

                                                                                                     

                                                                                                      (Akela Pakela Thakela)

“Uhh!” I grunted. “Even cockroaches in the sewage by the side of the road are forming groups and me, a proud Homo Sapien, has nobody to even look at except for this large humdrum mansion!” The road was empty, barely any vehicles to stare or glare at. The time was 6:26 am and 48 seconds when I thought of sanitizing my teeth (so that I can munchy on some snacks which are crunchy). Every day, that too twice a day, my poor teeth get whips of the brushes of the Oral-B toothbrush. But the thing which was whipping my brain was that I had nothing to do, since my parents are in Lonavla!

I stomped to the almighty snacks cupboard and removed the translucent plastic box filled with spicy soya sticks. Then, when I was crunching a stick between my premolars when I saw an abnormal silhouette on the door right in front of me, as I was lying on the tomato-red sofa. Stupefied, I was!

I ran as fast as my legs were carrying me, heading towards the balcony, I grabbed my Kashmir Willow SG bat, scampered quick once again towards the door and all I saw was Harshit Gupta (my neighbour) standing on the porch glaring at me with dim eyes, says, “Bro, you must’ve forgotten turning on the light of the porch, that’s why I look like a silhouette. Anyways, comin’ out for jogging with me?”"No, friend. Parents have gone out.” “Okay. Have a nice day!” He was (and is) a nice friend of mine.

Uh oh. Some of the sticks were really soggy, so I had to go and heat them in the microwave. While keeping those sticks in the microwave, I switch on the TV and I see Christopher Henry Gayle batting live. But I get so engrossed in seeing his power-hitting prowess that by mistake I heat the sticks in the microwave for half of an hour! Later when I open the microwave I see that all of it has turned into liquid! To make matters even worse, when I went to dump it into my dustbin, my father’s office bag is kept vertical right in front of me, I trip over it and all the soya ‘liquid’ spills on the floor and my face lands right over it. Man, it is boiling hot. At the same time, my face is covered with brown runny liquid and I have bruised my nose too, and Chris Gayle is out too.

My parents told me that they’d leave me home at 4:00 am and be back at 7:00 am. And at 7:01 and 53 seconds, precisely 6 seconds after the shabby catastrophe mentioned above, “Ting Tong” goes the doorbell.  After all, in the end I want to pass two invaluable gems of advice: Never EVER try to handle any gizmo while watching a superb batsman batting. And; NEVER EVER leave your kids home alone!



So, I'm pretty sure that you must've learnt a couple of lessons from this story. Hope that you don't experience such an experience in your life. So take care at your home, Cheerios, and keep on reading my blogs, Mis Amigos!! And hey, do check out my YouTube channel too! Here is the link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUYlk5iGjQ3K3EaL_73kM3A.

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