Father and Fun

IS and I were in Chennai a couple of weeks ago on one of our periodic visits. In the course of bringing our paper-work up-to-date and filing, IS pulled out an old file of his father (MSS)'s, around forty-five years old ... MSS used to write a lot, especially letters, diaries and little notes. Those days keeping diaries was 'in' .... lack of computers (and blog-spots) I suppose!

Along with this MSS started on a rough manuscript for a book he proposed to write on the Sait family (called 'The Straight Saits in Dire Straits'), which IS will hopefully one day fair-out.

MSS had a great sense of humour, here's a limerick he wrote for fun, to amuse his young son who must have been around 10 yrs. old at the time:-

There was a man named Sulaiman Sait
Who used to eat at an alarming rate.
would eat every night
everything in sight
This greedy Sulaiman Sait.

Another effort from earlier:-

Mr. Ismail Sait
Has a big pate
Walks at a slow rate
And so is always late!!

This resulted in IS developing quite an interest in Limericks, his favourite being the one on the 'Man from Madras' ... which after our shift to Chennai, he actually became!

There once was a man from Madras
With balls made of brass
When he rubbed them together
They played "Stormy Weather"
And lightning shot out of his ass!

IS remembers he and his 'old man' (who was around 55 then) would end up laughing themselves to tears, actually wheezing, whenever they thought of this one!