Kismet

Now my Father was a man who liked to think outside the box
He expected us to learn to do the same,
“Think big” he’d say, for knowledge is the key when kismet knocks
And kismet is the one to start the game.

One day I got to thinking as I played beneath the house
And kismet came to visit as I thought,
The impression came so stealthily, as quietly as a mouse,
I reflected on the things my Father taught.

In front of me a pile of dust, and handy trash bag too
And kismet made suggestions on the run,
I worked the project diligently as little children do,
I discovered kismet was a lot of fun.

With a ladder I could reach it, on that ledge above the door
Placed that trash bag in a very special place
When the door was pushed to open would the trash bag hit the floor?
Would my victim take his kismet with good grace?

Then my Father’s car appeared and he parked it in its place
And his countenance appeared at the door
And I bolted up the stairs and hid; I’d glimpsed his angry face,
While he shook remaining dust upon the floor.

Why had kismet played a trick on me? I wondered at the thought!
As I curled in penitence beneath the bed,
What would happen if I ran for it, and would I then be caught?
Or should I go and face my Pa instead?

Then a gentle voice, my Mother’s, could be heard above the noise
And she reasoned with my dirty angry Pop
“I remember when you told me once that boys will just be boys!
Then when older all this foolishness will stop.”

So the statement calmed my angry Pa and he and Mother smiled
Mother brushed his dirty clothes and kissed his face,
Then she called me out, and I emerged, a very sorry child
Knowing kismet was to blame for my disgrace.

“© Copyright Ian Grice 2012, All Rights Reserved”
Kismet is a word derived from Turkish and Hindi-Urdu, meaning Fate or Destiny, a predetermined course of events. The word evolved from Persian qesmat, from Arabic qisma, meaning “lot”, from qasama, “to divide, allot”. Kismet is also used in Bulgarian, Macedonian, and in some dialects of Serbo-Croatian as luck. WIKIPEDIA

8 Comments Add yours

  1. Therese says:

    I find this very witty ^_^ I’m smiling all the way reading the whole post 😀
    I pulled out pranks on my parents too and they would locked me up on my room >.< and kismet laugh at me for following his tricks 😛

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    1. LOL. I was always in trouble for my pranks.

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  2. kinangirl says:

    Nice story Uncle..
    Thanks for your sharing of your naughty child! 🙂
    Sweet memories…

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    1. Looking back on our childhood experiences does make us smile doesn’t it?

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  3. Jeannie says:

    I was a naughty child…I know I would have helped you fill the bag!! Nice one 🙂

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    1. Yes there’s still some of the lingering naughtiness in me today. LOL. Good to know I have a soulmate.

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  4. Eric Alagan says:

    As a kid, I’d witnessed similar pranks – though I was too well behaved to pull such stunts – yes, I know, I was a boring child.

    My pals who did pull these stunts also blamed it on kismet > strange what ‘fate’ makes one do 🙂

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    1. Oh yes, there has to be something to blame our naughtiness on.

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