Shriyandhaa's space

Ding Dong! Wow ! The bell ringing at 9 o' clock! The milk and the newspaper have been delivered, but what could it be now? I open the door, but to my biggest surprise..... What is this big box doing at my doorstep? What did I order? Probably it has been delivered in the wrong place..... Oh, no! It has my name boldly printed on it, without the smallest of mistakes. What is it? Let me heave it in... Oh! How.... Heavy! Ah, thank you, Shripradhaa! You really come in handy. Now, what do we have here? Thank you for handing me the scissors, Shripu. Let's cut it open! Of course, only the tape which has sealed the box. Oof! It is too hard to open this box! I mean, cut the tape. Oh! Thank you for the blade, Shripu. Eeeeeeeee..... This is impossible! I give up. AAH! What are these, barber scissors? You want me to cut the tape with these? Oh, all right. If you insist. Eeehhh..... THAT IS IT! I give up! No, I'm not trying with plyers or chainsaws now, I give up. You try all you want to,...

  I am in a desert. All alone. Somehow I just got there after school. Only me and my schoolbag are there. No water, nothing for me in order to survive in this idiotic place. What should I do? Oh! There is a cactus, not far away. Maybe I can chop that down to get water!  Oops, I don't have anything to chop it. How about using my steel ruler? Ouch! The spines shot at me! And now I'm stuck picking the painful spines off my face. Poor me! Done, but it's still hurting. I am thirsty. My lunch bag is at school. I need a first aid. What should I do? Oh! There is a wandering camel! I can take that back home.  Oops, I don't know the way back.  How about using my compas? Ouch! The camel kicked me off!  And now I'm stuck, sprinting across the desert. Poor me! An hour is over, my watch says so. I recovered from the bruise, but my face is still paining. I have music class. My tablet is at home. What should I do?  Oh! Thoughtfully, there are some travellers in a van over ...

  What is anger? Anger is an emotion. Anger is a bad emotion. But it is good in certain circumstances. You can feel angry when you have to, meaning not very frequently but when there is no other choice. But otherwise, it will only spoil you and everyone will fear you and dislike you. In the story of a Panchatantra tale, two brothers lived. One of the brothers was killed because of the other brother's wrath. But he didn't mean to kill his brother. So, anger leads to destruction. When you are hungry, you are angry or hangry. And when you get angry, not only when hungry, you become brainless and do stupid things. For example, in a Panchatantra tale, a hungry and angry lion wanted to eat the friend of a fox - a tortoise.  So it instantly became brainless. So the smart fox told the lion to drop the tortoise in the water so it will become softer. Continuing to be brainless, the lion dropped the tortoise in the water and the tortoise swam away. So, anger leads to you being outsmarted...

Throwing the wind with great force, And whooshing and swooshing and swishing. And thus, in due course, It will start with the ruining! Pushing over trees, making it rain, And making things seriously vain.  Dropping the temperature as low as it can, It will make us resist even fans.  Not a single drop of hot water can be found, In a terrible disaster we will be bound! Closing the schools, probably ruining shops, It will trouble people until their brains pop. 2 sweaters, 2 socks, a scarf but still Achoo! You will sneeze, how many ever pills, We can feel that terrible cold, ...a cyclone is coming, as I was told. Giving depression before its arrival, By pouring rain and creating lightings as loud as rifles.  Do you want the cyclone, or not? ...but having a cyclone might be a good thought... No! Cyclone! Go back inside your pot! ...but we'll be grateful to you, for shooing droughts....