Lachha Parantha

 

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It's nice to have a Culture

Indian went to Canada to enjoy maple leaves and ate Pizza at a scenic spot for lunch   . . .

He ordered a 9-inch Pizza 🍕. 

After a while, the Waiter  brought two 5-inch diameter pizzas

And said the 9-inch pizza was not available and He was giving Him two 5-inches Pizzas instead, 

and that He was getting 1 inch more for free      . . .

The Indian guy, politely requested  the Waiter to speak to the Shop Owner.

The Indian Guy gave Him the  mathematical formula to calculate the area of a circle  -

Circle Area = π r²

where π = 3.1415926, 

r is the radius of the circle     . . .

And this works out that 

a 9-inch circle area = 63.62 square inches, 

while 

a 5-inch circle area is 19.63 square inches

The two 5-inch circle areas add up to 39.26 square inches. 

The Indian guy commented that even if you gave me three pizzas and I'll still lose-out. 

How can you say you are giving me an extra inch for free    . . .

The Shop Owner was  speechless    . . .

He finally gave the Indian Guy 4 pizzas👌🏾

This is the most literate Joke that I have seen.   

Pl advise your children / grandchildren to take their maths seriously !

[ In memory of INTERNATIONAL DAY OF MATHEMATICS (14 March '22)].

I thought about this and mused:

Let your children also know that lachha (read Kerala) parantha has visible spirals and therefore is inspired by fibonacci numbers.

When spring came

 

When spring came,

When the flowers bloomed,

When love was in the air,

God was on vacation

On Earth.

Raise thyself to the sky

 

Worn out pages:

This is what my Principal wrote in my diary when I passed out from school. 

"Raise self to the sky so that  God may ask what you want"

God hasn't asked me what I want. Looks like I haven't raised myself enough.

Let's fall in love again

 Let's meet under the rainbow,

Let's fall in love again.

Let's meet at the middle of the

zebra crossing,

Unmindful of the colour 

of the traffic light.

Let's fall in love again.

Let's meet on the little bridge

Over the brook,

Let's fall in love again.

Many hurt, many pain

Have flown beneath the bridge.

Let the hurt and the pain

Meet the sea and dissolve.

Let's begin again,

Let's fall in love again.

Someone called by a long forgotten name

 

Let me tell you my little

bedtime stories:

I painted the blue moon

with honey,

I found the colour of my heart

in your palette,

My cheeks went salty

as the dyke broke,

My door was left swinging

as if someone had left,

My time stood still

for my clock was broken,

But wait!

Someone just called me

by a long forgotten name.

Day Country, Night Country

 

Worn out pages.

With elections in India and the Russo-Ukraine ongoing war, I thought it would be timely be reproduce a few lines I wrote on 28 December 81:

I looked down from a spaceship

At the partition of day and night,

And it occurred to me that

Countries should be divided thus:

Day country and Night country.

People shall forever move

With the sun,

Or the moon,

And it would be so much fun

To count

Which country's defections are more.

-28 December '81

Empty vassals

 Someone gave me this Wednesday gyan:

The stomach is far better than the brain. It signals when empty.

How true, I reflected:

Empty vessels make more sound, empty vassals make far less sound.