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An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


Excuses, Excuses

Every time I think of the word “excuses”, it is this poem  (Excuses, Excuses by Gareth Owen) that comes to mind!

However, the excuses I mean to give, for my prolonged absence from each of your blogs, will, I hope, be better received :D!

I just went through the list of posts, from the recent past, and the recentest (LOL, how I love inventing words.. a blogger’s literary license! ) serious piece of writing must be the book (non) reviews I had done, and a bit of versiful  ( 😀 ) thinking…








To re-word, with a heart full of gratitude to Gareth Owen who wrote the Original, here is my

“Excuses, Excuses”  😛

Late again, lady?
My blog’s been waiting for you
What’s the excuse this time?

Not my fault, folks!

Whose fault is it then?

My back, folks, it kinda gave up!

OH! What did it do?

It started popping discs, folks!!

CRIPES! Seriously?

Seriously  all right folks!

That’s a repeat of the excuse last year this time too!
And this, when we have so many lovely posts to share!!!

I know, dear folks. It’s very upsetting, truly it is!

How many discs did pop out this time?

None all that bad, folks,
Just sounds more dramatic when I say it that way!! 😛
But well, it is pretty bad! (Still is, a wee bit!)

None? We’re confused! But we’ll take your word on it!

What about recently, girl?
Where’ve you been?
We heard you were back in December!
And it’s February now! *frowns in place*

You missed some awesome posts
Fresh from a thought oven of the
Choicest Bloggers Minds!

That was another thing, folks!
You see, I had a wedding to attend!

For two whole months?

Well of course, folks. It was my son’s! 😀
I couldn’t just go to it.
I had to plan it first! 😀

Oh. Ok then, but that got done a while ago, right?
Two weeks on from that aren’t we?
So what’s the excuse now?

Uh. Oh. You’ve been keeping track of the FB pics, I see!
Then you would have read my latest one?
I work in a school, you see,
And there was this Annual Day Programme, just yesterday!
And there was this programme, Prabudhdha Bharatam..
And there were nearly 250 plus children we managed to get on stage
And there was-

Alright, alright… we get the picture (we’ll have to see it too, soon, I guess!)
Till then, we have very little choice, we suppose
Except perhaps to excuse you, or just not wait for you!

Oh please, oh please, I’d like to say
How wonderful you’ve all been, always…
And till the next time
My back troubles (not anytime soon, definitely :D)
Or I have a wedding to plan (another 25 years,min. :P)
Or another Annual Day to help put up (uh-oh..another year)

Do please, pretty please, excuse me 🙂

You will, won’t you?

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂


Do read the original poem by Gareth Owen, from the link posted, or else, if you’re rushed, here it is:

Excuses, Excuses

Late again, Blenkinsop?
What’s the excuse this time?
Not my fault, sir.
Whose fault is it then?
Grandma’s.What did she do?
She died,sir.
She’s seriously dead all right,sir.
That makes four grandmothers this term
And all on PE days, Blenkinsop.
I know. It’s very upsetting, sir.
How many grandmothers have you got, Blenkinsop?
Grandmothers, sir? None, sir.
All dead, sir.
And what about yesterday, Blenkinsop?
What about yesterday,sir?
You missed math.
That was the dentist, sir.
The dentist died?
No,sir. My teeth, sir.
You missed the test, Blenkinsop.
I’d been looking forward to it too, sir.
Right, line up for PE.
Can’t, sir.
No such word as can’t. Why can’t you?
No kit, sir.
Where is it?
Home, sir.
What’s it doing at home?
Not ironed,sir.
Couldn’t you iron it?
Can’t do it, sir.
Why not?
Bad hand,sir.
Who usually does it?
Grandma, sir.
Why couldn’t she do it?
Dead, sir.

Gareth Owen



Thank you very very much for being here, even when I have been absent. And do give me a bit more time to start afresh with my reading and appreciating of your blogs!
God Bless.

2 February, 2012


Life… less

If life this be…
Endless yet tunnelled
Into a claustrophobic
Vortex of existence;

Am I?
Or better yet…

Will I ever be?

The cranium floods
With nerve ends tingling
Arcs over synapses

Terrifying me.

Life, I must admit
Shall be
My undoing.

Online, on a silly line of thought 🙂
13 September, 2009


New Perspectives

Like inky nights
diluted with
pearly moonlight…

Like dry riverbeds
inundated with
rushing waters…

Like sudden stillness
invaded with
thunderous gales…

Or poignant silences
gentled with
murmurs and smiles…

And lack-lustre eyes
moistened with
tears of feeling…

Maybe there’s hope for us-
New perspectives
Untold and untried..

Normalcy now,
would be
an achievement.

2 April, ’91


A re post, to strive and find a muse again:)


An Excuse.. :)

Friends, Bloggers and Comrades-in-Arms
Lend me your eyes, yet awhile…

I come not to post another poem 🙂
But to offer excuse, for long lapses of presence :D!

Excuses, I have many, and redemption, none!
For all the while I stay away, watching from
A distance, visiting but for a few snatched moments;

My heart, I find buried here, in the parchment
That holds a lot of what I hold dear… 🙂

Time, they say waits upon all,
Though waits for none…

So let it be with this Rambler,
Quixotic her excuses,
Which [she prays], the generosity
Of your goodselves
Will accept, pardon, and yet receive her, 😀

When finally she does find time,
To wander amidst you all again!

18 December, 2008

[Sorry, dear friends, it’s been a long haul of school, work, Son-home-on-leave -that is not a haul, it is a joy :D- and family visits. Shall definitely be back in a few days. Till then, do excuse me :)]

And finally, humble apologies to The Bard, for decimating a beautiful piece of his writing… 🙂