The three monketyeers

okai dont blink people....this blog is exclusively dedicated to my friends Abby,dvija and of course me zany.....Vidya...

i was suddenly struck up with a turmoil of emotions..and i thought who will be there for me wen the whole world turns their back at me...i saw two faces..it was abby and dvija.......i donno...i am never the senti type...but here this blog...just for them..and me!!

and people dont ask me who is birdie....coz i dont even know who it is?


THR THREE MONKEYTEERS!!



this is Vidya, Abby, Dvija...now for the poem




ONE little monkey caught in a tree
Birdie named it Abby and set it free
Abby couldn't stand in one place
Coz she wanted to play the veena
She played, played and played
She played, played and played
Birdie could bear no more
Abby was sent to school



Another little monkey caught in the tree
Birdie named it Dvija and set it free
Dvija couldn't stand in one place
She was dancing all around
She danced, danced and danced
She danced, danced and danced
Birdie could bear no more
Dvija was sent to school



Another little monkey caught in the tree
Birdie named it Vidya and set it free
Vidya couldn't stand in one place
Coz she wanted to write stories
She wrote, wrote and wrote
She wrote, wrote and wrote
Birdie could bear no more
Vidya was sent to school





Three little monkeys now in school
Sat in the first row
In the boys row
As against the girls row
Where they belong
Coz they were different



They learnt and forgot
How to account
They learnt and forgot
How to be economical
They learnt and forgot
How to do business
They learnt and forgot
Of the monkey
Whose name started with 'N'
They learnt and never forgot
The value called friendship



School came to an end
They didn't bade goodbye
Coz they never went by
They went in three different roads
Connected by the same lane
The lane called friendship



One went to become a marketing executive
One went to become a media entertainer
One went to become a cost accountant
But never did they lose touch
As they crossed many thresholds'
Deep in their heart
Was the thin vein of friendship
Protected by a million
Flesh and blood of memories
Never should they part
Till they cross earth's threshold



Zanychild
Driving people insane as always

13 Comments:

  1. Preetha said...
    nice! like a nursery rhyme!!!
    Vidya Natarajan said...
    antha feel varanumnuthan i rote
    HOnEY dROPS said...
    am the second monkey.
    stupid berdy got irritated widh me.-

    sent me awway,

    but for good,

    cause i got to cherish and value the friendship of two monkeys named ABBY AND VIDYA.

    We climbed the trees together , ate together and had time sighting the boy monkeys together,

    never forgot the times we used to gossip and study jus before the exams.

    VIDYA the genius in acads. tutored both of us.

    We bade farewell but never felt sad cause we knew it was the not the last time we going to see each other.

    We still have more time for that or jus no time for that cause we intend to keep in touch.

    best friends are always close to ur heart
    not necessary that we need to meet everyday to show our love

    love u guys!!
    never been senti in my life but this poem brings back momories that i cant be without talking at. it!
    Vidya Natarajan said...
    hiyo....dvija......see even this made u senti...me too man....hope with my while heart this com=nitinues...
    so sweet
    love ya loads
    umuahhaa

    vidya
    V.Ilamparithi said...
    A very well constructed blog i'd say.. (physically), could use more richer content..

    But, on second thoughts... what are blogs for??

    Nice Work.. Enjoi...
    Muthukumar speaks said...
    Three cheers for Chettinad for creating such a friendly trio, and a brilliant mind(s) to express with amazing clarity
    You have penned (or typed to be precise) what friends feel and fail to express most of the time.
    You have done it before it's too late.
    And one thing that strikes clearly, that is you have expressed some thing great with out any over exageration, 'Nothing more. Nothing less' As Shakespear says ( That is a line in King Lear when the third daughter expresses her love to her Dad the King, the other two elder daughters would have expresed their love with flowery language and with total exagerations all for more share in the kingdom.

    Between here and there friends always meet and help and say caring words of comfort. May your friendship bondage transcent time and other petty barriers.
    Vidya Natarajan said...
    thank u ppl for the comments....i wish the same
    Unknown said...
    as i'm playin one of de key roles in this poem;..
    i wud like to say tat
    i feel rely glad tat i know zany..

    once i read her pits of struggles ; asked her if she cud write a poem on 3 of us.. de same day she sat till midnyt,even thou her semesters r goin on; n wrote this one;a creation which i wud cherish thru out till ma life ends;

    great goin zany kid ;
    Dharani sridharan said...
    U know ur words spk wat u are..and you have expressed them beautifully
    cheers to you three
    Tinme to bring my friend on to my blog(inspiration frm ur blog kit)
    keep gng
    hats offf
    dharani srdharan here
    barbi bharadwaj said...
    first time visitor here. hmm never saw poems with pics.. :-). btw, it was a nice poem. i liked that emptiness too.

    saw you say you had changed template. why so much space on the right unused?
    oh! this is real tech fever for me. Every blog, i am lookin too keenly on the template!!!
    Unknown said...
    oyii... where are my previous commmentssss??? :((

    Ok ur template is sooper cool! Awesome! :)
    Unknown said...
    nice nice!

    I have updated my blog.
    Vidya Natarajan said...
    wat previous comments?
    u neva left any for this blog
    did u leave ny b4?

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