chika rika chi chai cho

there was this poem that a cousin of mine taught me when i was very little, it was supposed to be a chinese-english hybrid poem which he learned from a chinese kid in his school in KSA, though i have no way of knowing if indeed its chinese or not.

this poem has been running around my head for past few days now, ever since we got to know that a chinese lady might be hired by us here in pakistan to work on my project. mayhaps i would ask her if i get the chance as to what it means and if indeed its chinses origin or not.

pretty interesting memories come with this poem though, the time i think i was in class 2 or 3 when my cousin taught mE that, carefree and imensly destructive and naughty kids, chaotic for others. ah well those were the good old days, i wonder where that kid got lost along the way and i ended up being mE ..

that friendship with my cousin also seemed to have vanished, the special bond we two shared, ah well i guess we all grow, i sometimes do say hello hi to that cousin of mine after few months on msn even though we both are online almost everyday, hard to imagine two ppl who were so close as children to be so far away , not just in distances but also mentally.

not complaining , thats what life is, we make friends , we have good time, we get bored of them and then we make new friends , and then we discard the old ones, not like discard, but move away, each of us does that, even though if we are the ones who dont let ppl go easily and try to hold on to loved ones in our lives as long as we can, in the end we do move away. Its a mutual act,

but its good to remember those days and those acts, im sure many of ppl in my childhood wont like to remember that kid that i was who used to break their toys open just to see how they work, or who loved the sound of crystal being broken (such a lovely music),

i bet none of you know that you can drop a crystal glass from 5 feet at a certain angle that the glass bounces back 4 feet back up with ample time for you to catch it and if you manage to catch it there is not even a single crack on the glass.... it never bounces when it hits the floor again if you fail to catch it though (thats when you hear the lovely sound of crystal breaking ),

beware though, mothers dont find this scientific research worth their while

so let mE end this here and now before i tell you more of the hard earned secret knowledge i gathered through experiments and bruises.... ppl need to discover these delightful mysteries on their own

so in the end, let mE put down the poem i was talking about, the title of the poem is

Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho

There was once a china man
whose name was Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho
Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho was
pando mando maffa tikka to
Oko Toko Manipai Ichipai
Chika Rika Chi Chai Cho