365 Writing Prompt: Ha ha ha

Tell us a joke!Knock-knock joke, long story with an unexpected punchline, great zinger– all jokes are welcome!

Two monkeys stole a delicious loaf from a well  -known bread store, actually one of them stole it, the other one  was watching to see if someone was coming to alert his friend. The deed was done without any hassle.

The problem, there was only one loaf, since each of them did their part well of stealing and watching, they deserved to get part of it.

Decision was made they’d split it half and half, but who’d do it was the question, one did not trust the other. They managed to track down a wayfarer to solve their problem.

They explained to the traveler  their problem, they want to split the bread in half, but cannot trust each other to be fair. The traveler was a lean and thin man who seemed had not eaten for days. He agreed to do the job. He needed a pair of scales  so he’d be able to split it perfectly, none of the monkeys will get less than the other.

The stage was set the traveler sat in the middle with the pair of scales and the monkeys sat on either side of him. The monkey who stole the loaf handed it to the traveler. The traveler tore the loaf in half and weighed it, it seemed one side was heavier than the other, the monkeys got into a fight, “calm down ” the traveler said, “I’d fix it”.

The part that seemed heavier, the traveler tore a piece from it, the solution he said was to eat the piece which he did. He weighed it again now the other part was heavier. The traveler tore off the piece from the heavier part and ate it, this he thought was the only way to settle their quarrel.

The monkeys were concerned this splitting was not what they expected, the loaf was getting smaller, they wanted to get what was left of the loaf, and let the traveler continue with his journey. The man promised to do it right, and wanted them to give him  one more chance to do the job right.

While the hungry traveler was satisfying his tummy, the monkeys were plotting how to get back the pieces the traveler already ate, they winked at  each other, lifted the lean traveler and bounced him on the ground, the shock of the fall made the man sick, all the pieces of the loaf came out of his system.

The monkeys picked the pieces and the remaining loaf to their abode. There they ate piece by piece and congratulated each other for a job well done. “Say” one said to the other, “this was the best way of making our loaf moist and tasty!”

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DP Daily Prompt: Third Rate Romance

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“Tell us your funniest relationship disaster Story.”


I have no idea what is third rate romance

Is it a real or imaginary story

Imaginary one I can write

Without  any hesitation 

But will you take it 

Into consideration!


There was a girl and a boy 

I knew long ago 

Who fell in love without a doubt

One was lean the other one fat

They had no personality 

I promise you that!


One summer’s day the fat one

Came up with a story

Hang on and wait dear reader

This will make you laugh 

He said my dear, “why are you so lean

When you always lick the platter clean?”


This did not go very well really

The lean one kicked and screamed 

Oh you fatty she said ,”enough of this romance

You nasty pig

I’d never see your face as long as I live!”

Thus ended the romance of fatty and leany! 


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(Paurosh Pathor )Philosopher’s Stone By Tagore Translation – Ranu

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(Paurosh Pathor)  Philosopher’s Stone  —Rabindranath Tagore

The lunatic moves around in search of ‘The Philosopher’s stone.’

Head full of tangled hair                      covered with dust and muck all over,

lean and thin body looks like a shadow.

Lips tightly closed                             he stays within himself

he depicts himself as a picture of pain and suffering.

His two eyes seemingly looking for something in his mind’s eye.

He has no family,no home,he’s covered with dust all over,

he is poorer than the beggar on the street,

he has so much pride____ he does not value gold or silver,

he does not care for the wealth of the king__

his condition makes one smile,  he does not want anything,

His only desire is the ‘Philosopher’s Stone,’

Lying in front is the  vast roaring ocean.

The rolling waves ,     are giggling

at the crazy creation of the world.

The sky is glancing,    without a break,

the howling wind is blowing unhindered.

The sun rises early morning             in the eastern sky,

The moon slowly shows up in the evening.

Continuous rain      is making a sweet sound,

the deep mystery wants to say___

where is the desired wealth             he   knows everything,

one who understands the language will be able to find it.

It pays no attention,           singing its own strung song

the sea listens to its own voice.

Some are leaving, others  coming,         some are crying, some laughing,

the lunatic moves around looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’

Long ago ,in  history ____

a ray of gold was visible on the touchstone  at that moment.

All eyes were on it out of curiosity

they gingerly treaded the path leading to the bank of the ocean___

quietly stood with heads lowered.

Were stunned for a while       closed their eyes and listened

the song of this vast ocean which existed from time immemorial.

Then out of curiosity   jumped in this deep ocean

solved the mystery of this eternal   ocean.

After long sad toil       goddess Lakshmi appeared

in this beautiful world.

On the banks of this sea         the lean and thin lunatic,

was still looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’

After all this time,perhaps he has given up hope.

Still he keeps on looking,     he knows not what is rest___

hope is gone, he still did not give up the habit of looking.

The separated bird calls her partner,all night from the branch of the tree,

the unfortunate bird cannot find her mate.

still she calls all day,   hopeless,  untiring___

her only work is to stay awake and continue calling.

And forgetting everything   sending waves up to the sky

one doesn’t know who the sea is constantly looking for.

The more he cries   he cannot get it ever he knows,

Still he extends his arms up in the sky___  this is his solemn vow.

By the side of the ocean       in his matted hair

the lunatic looks around for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’

Once the village boy asked him,

‘What are you carrying, o Devotee ,o let me see ?

Where did you find the gold fetter?’

The devotee was surprised,      the fetter sure is gold

when and how the iron turned to gold he did not know.

Wonderful how amazing!     he kept looking at it,

he rubbed his eyes and looked___ it’s not a dream.

he touched his forehead         sat down on the ground,

he wanted to curse himself__

in a crazy fit he looks around___    alas where did it go.

I had my desired wish but it ran away.

He habitually                 gathered so many pebbles,

he hit the fetters with them___

he did not bother to look ,he threw them far away,

he has no idea when he threw the ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’

The sun was setting.

The sky was golden colour,     the sea was melted gold,

on the west the bride was dreaming of gold.

The Devotee was slowly             going back to the previous path

looking for the lost gem once again.

He has lost his strength___  and is unable to carry the body’s weight,

like a tree his inner self is broken to pieces.

Old long path                     lying around are dead plants

how far will he travel  on this endless path.

The vast desert is deserted

Impending danger of nocturnal animals is keeping everyone in.

I looked for half my life           when will I close my eyes

the touch I felt for a moment,

the rest of my broken body    I am dedicating again

to go back and look for the same ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’