Home o Sapiens

After a tumultuous journey laden with flight delays and braving the chill - I managed to reach Bhubaneshwar @4 pm. The conveyor belt was he epitome of a sadist, It lingered the obvious in spite of the fact-that a small,packed with a zillion-tears-of-joy face was gazing outside the glass pane.
After the pleasantries exchange..Dad scaled me somewhat and said.."kali salhalu bala katiebu(Son,get an early morn hairdo).Mother, her usual self looked somewhat glum that I did not complement her flab loss, later I obliged.The journey back home was a good hour or so, I wasted no time is flaunting what I did, what the city has become here and crying foul at each traffic stop....In the mean time my father tested me with politics and talking about "knowledge". He gave a mocking chuckle when my reply on being asked about Nirupama Rao's visit to Kerala was.."err..no idea". Mother in the mean time talked about the institute being a 'mass' killer, robbing me of my 2 decades worth of adipose. On reaching home I had a sumptuous lunch with Rohu fry, odia delicacies and Chenna poda-a sweet(translated to burnt cheese).

I slept, I wept and I leapt :)

Flavour of Decay

Gyrating in this mesmerizing lyre,
O elements, I gleefully plunge into the mire.
The shoddy morals taking me closer to the funeral pyre
Even then, the decadence doth not tire,

They say Life is all about a jig and a jug
the broken dream, and the confrontation with the vicious thug,
Fascinating cascades touched, myriad hues swashed in the rug
Endless cerebrations, treachery and clandestine plots over a coffee mug.................

The renegade ..cursed by the Gods

Exploring avenues and pushing for richer pastures
The night walker flew to battle the Sun and the azure,
Rebel he was, he braved the caveat and shook of being demure
Enough of being a lunatic, he said seeming perfectly sure


His mother, in the midst was heard of the plaintive whine,
He consoled, saying he will rule the day and the tall pine
Pruning his plume he ventured after shrieking a line
He rose high,turned a bone and disappeared in the vine


The sun, the sultry scenes were fought with utmost skill
The maverick he was, he thought this was his fill
Little did he know that grave threats loomed large above his bill
He perched on a tree picking up fodder or his meal


Along came a murder of crows,black and cawing
They seemed to get rid of the changeling
Our hero seemed to be flummoxed at this acerbity, this pestering
the little one was gravely swooped upon by the crows, amidst shouts and abusing


somehow braving the odds, he dashed for a high post
The crimson all poured, resembling a gory ghost
he shouted at the heavens, remembered his mother and cried accost
Then fell the brave owl, the little renegade most :(

Just Kidding !!!1

When I was a kid,

The honking school bus was my ultimate driving machine, The fear and loathing of Zee horror show made sure that I don’t wake up for a pee, The only time I devoured 3 chapatis was when mom served the left-over mutton curry @dinner, The ideal Sunday was cartoons-comics and cricket, The securest place (where no god-damn-ghost could enter) was sleeping between paa and mom, Subjects like dictation, craft and moral science were somehow a fearful proposition, the only thing that I bothered to wipe my hands and face after a meal was my mom’s saree, Evening prayer was an effort to battle mosquitoes and keep singing in unison at the same time, to avoid interruption of Rangoli-I kept the toilet door open and did the needfulJ, Big Babol(and big fun!) cards were something more precious than anything, The only plea/excuse at exams was a loud cry, Knees and elbows seemed to be the infinitely skin rich parts of the body, The birthdays were all about gifts and “whistle blowing”, The PTA meetings always ensured that my lunch was served only when my father came back from workL, A very late night sleep meant going to bed at 10:20 PM after being bored by the TV commercials during the Friday DD movie, speeches were prepared well before and forgotten after saying the topic, Superheroes came in dreams and lasted for 8 hours, Bravery was rushing 5 metres into the sea and coming back escaping the waters, Sachin winning the match meant a glass of Pepsi@ the next meal, Holi was a colourful vengeance, Being sick meant seating on the best chair-Mom by my side serving apples and soup-brother tuning Cartoon network-papa saying “okay you won’t go to school tomorrow”, train travel meant a ruckus as I often ended holding hands with the wrong parent, clearing contra and Mario stages meant pride among the friend circles, the only escape to adventure meant playing in puddles, Syringes were thought of being the most dastardly instrument ever, 3 consecutive sixes in ludo meant something to brag for the entire day, the only person who was accused of a fart was meJ,Tiffin breaks at school meant rock-paper-scissors, standing on the board of a scooter meant the top of the sky, the toughest word to spell was Mississippi, the reaction after the screening of ‘Jurrasic park’ was ..”dare not come home, my papa will smash you all”, 3 Gollies of Enid Blyton took about 3 years to read, Grandparent meant a store house of stories, The first rack in the refrigerator was the only place to grope when the lights went outJ, the painting scene in titanic meant an automatic head swing to the rightJ, ass meant a beast of burden, rubber indicated an eraser and cats and pussies were recited in aplomb in rhymes...........

Dylan’s-Times they are a changing never was more true L

The road to wordition

The past 3 weeks have been quite a handful.As expected the exams were pure reflections of what the grey cells absorbed and how much could they reciprocate at familiarity in the question paper.The brouhaha over the 'backing waters' seems to be on track of fame and adulation.I seemed to enjoy my part in framing questions for the online el'dorado: where gold is replaced by the witty gritties-at each stage a word will open doors to the next puzzle.Rebus,poetry,codes,queer connections,reading between the lines etc formed the order of the day and I, being a quizzer tried to do justice to the plethora of trivia and repository of information floating around.
November 5 has always been the day of a rebel and I commemorated the Fawkes day by conducting a "V quiz"- all themes shall begin with the letter V.It was really tough to manage 30 odd questions, devoid of any plagiarism,eyeball grabworthy in a span of a week.
After the exams, as if it were the pompous homecoming we had our jigs and jugs in campus-being a teetotaler was never difficult and with each such 'K'arousel I feel an air of desolation,segregation and ostracizm :o .The week ahead promises more adventure, more penning down, my very own errata bureau activities and a spate of quizzes

The lighter vein: I topped my mess with the food bill :)
proud moment,taking a bow and an arrow toooooo :P

verily, the vesper calls

In here I would like to dissect some of the commonest phrases,idioms an sayings in my way There would be a semblance of Sheldon,Weaving and some of the grandiloquent in history but believe me this will be entertaining.

1) 'A stitch in time saves 9' :

A complex embroidery loop in the temporal position of events relative to the annals of the universe can help you preserve the first composite lucky number ...

2) To upset the apple cart:

Afflicting an anxious uneasiness or grief to an inanimate wooden mobile structure serving the purpose of transportation laden with an abundant malic acid compound that is largely colored towards the end of the visible spectrum..

3) Where there is a will there is a way:

If you possess the testament that manages to ramify the necessary wealth and property to a highly chosen lot, then you are almost with certitude to extricate from the quagmire of delusions a path that leads to your destiny...

4) A little learning is a dangerous thing:

A diminutive activation of the grey cells of the cerebrum along with the excitation of the fovea centralis of the eye can only be worthy of being braided as something which may foster a dastardly repercussion towards the flora and fauna, disturbing the wave function and causing cataclysm

5) Skeletons in the closet:

The Greek root for dried body, forming the outer bulwark of the homo sapiens is to be observed by the cones in the ocular region, and as per necessary chemo-receptors successively is sent to the brain and encountered in the present world in a hollow,wooden cubicular structure serving the purpose of preserving bodily garments

God Itz killing me :(

What happens when a person realizes a dream....What does he do when he sees opulence and luxury rotting...... What good does it do when he innovates something bad, people appreciate and he pounces on to perpetuate more filth.....How does he tame his horses....What does he do when he gets the rude shock that he has crossed the line....When the kid in him looks up in awe to the monster that he has turned...What occurs when he starts sounding arrogant and demeaning.....What shall he do when he finds adulation to be a intoxication...How badly he craves for the old self...devoid of all these bacchanalia......

He quits....