humor
Mission: Im - paw - sible
Note: I really worked hard on it. I would really appreciate some feedback - it can be on the post/ on the poem/ on the c.strip. I was at my neighbor’s house when I witnessed a hilarious incident that soon became the highlight of my day. I was keeping my neighbor company when I went to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen. Indulging my inner child, I glided across their glossy, reflective tiles and reached the kitchen. Just as I arrived at the door, I saw that it was "occupied." Standing there, I let the story unfold. My neighbor’s pet cat, Naina, had come in through the window, looking both ways as if checking for observers. The mischievous sparkle in her eyes told me everything—she was up to no good! One awesome thing about this house was the abundance of cookie jars. There were four in the kitchen, two in the living room, and one in each bedroom—typical for a family of cookie lovers. The funny part? There are no kids in the house. Everyone’s a grown adult, but their love for cookies never faded. How nice! Back to the story: Naina, eyes fixed on the pie on the countertop, padded toward it with silent steps. She observed the treat, her little pink tongue flicking out. Then, taking a few steps back, she crouched dramatically… and pounced! The lid rattled and fell with a clatter. Shocked, she stumbled backward into a nearby cookie jar. The lid flew off, cookies scattered across the floor, and Naina got stuck inside the now-empty jar. I could hear hurried footsteps — good! Now they’d get to witness their mischievous cat’s antics. After a great struggle, she freed herself—only to tumble into the flour bag. Another cookie jar toppled over, but thankfully, it didn’t break or open. Phew! The cookies were saved. Now, Naina sat in the middle of the kitchen floor, surrounded by flour and cookies, with some flour dusting her fur. She licked her paw as if to say, "Totally worth it." I couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter. Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turned to see the owner desperately stifling giggles, tears of laughter in her eyes. Have you ever witnessed such antics?
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
The poet of rural Bangla
Jasimuddin: The Poet of Rural Bengal Jasimuddin, often referred to as the "Palli Kabi" or the “Folk Poet,” was one of the most cherished literary figures in Bengali literature. His works are celebrated for their deep portrayal of rural Bengal—its beauty, simplicity, sorrows, and joys. Through his poetry and prose, Jasimuddin immortalized the soul of the Bengali village and became a voice for the common people. Early Life and Education Jasimuddin was born on January 1, 1903, in the village of Tambulkhana in Faridpur district, Bangladesh. He grew up in a rural environment that deeply influenced his later works. His early life was surrounded by the sounds, sights, and struggles of village life, which he observed closely and eventually wove into his poetry. He studied at the University of Calcutta, where he completed his Master’s in Bengali literature. It was during his student years that he started writing poetry that captured the attention of the literary world. Literary Contributions Jasimuddin’s first major poem, "Kabar" (The Grave), earned wide acclaim. It was published in 1919 while he was still a student, and it moved readers with its heartfelt depiction of rural customs and family bonds. The poem tells the story of a grandfather narrating his life and the death of his loved ones while sitting beside their graves. It was so touching and unique in its language and theme that even Rabindranath Tagore praised it highly. His best-known work is "Nakshi Kanthar Math" (The Field of the Embroidered Quilt), a narrative poem that tells a tragic love story. It beautifully illustrates the folk culture, emotional depth, and spiritual strength of rural people. The poem is woven with local dialects and imagery that transport the reader to the heart of rural Bengal. "Nakshi Kanthar Math" has been translated into several languages and is considered a classic of Bengali literature. Other significant works include "Sojan Badiar Ghat", "Rakhali", "Dhumketu", and "Balu Char". His stories and poems often revolve around village life, peasant struggles, love, and separation. Language and Style What makes Jasimuddin’s writing unique is his use of simple, folk-based language. He often used regional dialects and rustic phrases, bringing authenticity to his characters and settings. His poems read like songs, and many have been adapted into music. His style is deeply lyrical, filled with emotional resonance and cultural richness. He is also credited for collecting and preserving hundreds of folk songs, including Bhatiali, Baul, and Murshidi. These songs are integral parts of Bengali heritage, and his efforts helped preserve them for future generations. Cultural Impact Jasimuddin played a vital role in bringing rural life to the forefront of Bengali literature. Before him, most literature focused on urban life or abstract philosophical ideas. He gave importance to the village people, their language, their struggles, and their happiness. He was also a teacher, folklorist, and radio personality. His work in collecting folklore and rural songs contributed significantly to the cultural history of Bangladesh. In recognition of his literary contributions, he received numerous awards, including the President’s Award for Pride of Performance (Pakistan), the D.Litt. degree from Rabindra Bharati University (India), and posthumously the Independence Day Award (Bangladesh). Legacy Jasimuddin passed away on March 13, 1976, but his legacy continues to live on. His works are part of school and university curriculums across Bangladesh, and his poems are still recited with great emotion. His portrayal of rural Bengal remains unmatched, and his name is forever associated with the beauty and soul of the countryside. In an age of fast urbanization, Jasimuddin reminds us of the roots of Bengali culture—its people, its rivers, its fields, and its emotions. His writings are not just literature; they are a bridge between modern readers and the eternal simplicity of village life.
By Nabir Mondol2 years ago in Poets
It Nagged Me, Too
It nagged me, too. Bunches... Bunched! Are my wings covered in layers? Hunt! Continue... they hunt, And flew over my bones Like stunting devils, Daringly flapping my feather. One feather lifted over in and It's going right now! Hurry... they bite, And flew it by the bone. Like a stunting devil... It nagged me, too. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
