The Son of Man

Recently, I stumbled upon the following, while following this link, its about a painting, called The Son of Man.

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. There is an interest in that which is hidden and which the visible does not show us. This interest can take the form of a quite intense feeling, a sort of conflict, one might say, between the visible that is hidden and the visible that is present.
- Rene Magritte

The complete thing is here

आज कल वो नहीं आते .....

आज कल वो नहीं आते, उनकी याद भी नहीं आती,
रोना तो हम चाहते हैं, आँखें ही भर नहीं आती |

अगर सोना चाहें , नींद भी नहीं आती,
रात भर जागना चाहे , रात ही नहीं आती |

जीना तो हम नहीं चाहतें , मौत भी नहीं आती ,
ऐ जिंदगी तू अपनी हरकतों से बाज़ नहीं आती |

- मी

P.S : ( उगीच सुचल्या ओळी म्हणुन लिहिलेले आहे, कृपया अर्थ काढू नयेत .... गुलाम अली ह्यांचा गज़लांचा कार्यक्रम बघितला, त्याचा परिणाम आहे ... :D )

Screwdriver

I am going to do this once in a while. Sacred stupid thoughts that pop up on seeing some word or phrase, and word-twistings that arise out of them... I am going to put them right here, under this tag. So here goes the first one,

What to do call a thing that drives a screw inside a say, hole or bore... ? A screwdriver.....
And, what do you call (not you actually, I call) a drunk-driver who is off balance and driving his vehicle in random directions, (driving others crazy..).. ? A skew-driver.....

And a fielder who misjudges the catch, and jumps at a wrong angle to try n grab the ball. . ? A skew-diver......

And the captain of a ship ... ? A crew-driver....

And what could a polluted river be called.. .? A screwed-river....

Thank you...