Joyce or James

? Anand bose James and Joyce

A day of English is like every other day.

Inquisitive minds explode -"Prose or poetry".

I evade a direct answer by putting on a funny sort of smile partly
idiotic and partly hidden. I see the porous smile of James Joyce on the
new edition of Ulysses grinning out of my tattered bag wondering why
the publisher chose the funny looking dolls, one big and clasping the
smaller one as coke.

In mumble my decibels extending Prose into "purrrrrrrrrrrrose" and the
poetry into porrrrrrrtery.

I am greeted by the same articulations now appearing to pan with
vibrant enthusiasm.

I break into a Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrose limerick

Eye I Eye
See Sea C
Bee B Bee
Are Hour Our
Why Y Why!!

The class has gone infectious. I hear every kind of pounding on the
desktops, hip-hop, rap, funk, bangada and what not!

I muse silently as 200 years of speaking History wondering strangely
why I am in it?