The Happy Wanderer

Name of Movie: The Pacifier Language: English Rating: PG 13 Brief Synopsis: Ahoy! U.S Navy Seal Shane Wolfe is on another of his military missions!  Perhaps he can maneuver a water-scooter perfectly well or direct a troop of commandos flawlessly, but a tinkling pacifier or a soiled diaper is certainly not his bargain.  On track of a file of national importance, Captain Wolfe is 'obliged' (I'm too obliged to his obligation to insert a 'compelled' in there instead) to 'babysit' a family of five tiresome and rebellious kids, with no 'highway option'! Flustered by the Captain's knack of complete discipline, the children are only too glad to bite back.   But will things take a turn, when Wolfe and the kids establish a mutual understanding? Will reckless fifteen-year-old Zoe, sullen thirteen-year-old Seth and childish eight-year-old Lulu, reform for the better? Will our military fanatic Shane Wolfe transform into someone more humane?  ...

Ma Chére Amie Félicia, Bonjour! I wonder how long it's been since I last wrote to you. Time enough for the salutations to transform from English into French indeed!:)  How is old Bob keeping? Still nosing the kennel for those dollops of fondue? Ha Ha, I really won't be surprised. 'The Triple Imbecile!' #Mam'zelle Dupont. Give Scruff my greetings. Where's that collar I gifted him? Gnashed into bits? :( Or does Mickey wear it on her head now? :\ Send me a photo whichever one of the two.  :) Last week we learnt how to tell the time in French.  Pretty tedious for 11 o'clock, if you please. Pun intended. Knuckle-knocks not very frequent , thankfully. Neither are the thumb-fiddles. No question as regards the eye-droops- French is incapacitated to give me those! We're having fun galore learning French!:)  I miss your hot chocolat terribly. Something like the warm gust of the Niagara trickling into my throat. Yesterday when I was ...

Cuckoo in hand, 'Life is a race', said Virus. Dictionary in hand, Rancho said, 'Your college is a pressure-cooker!' How amazing it is that the contrast in our lives is so easily denoted by these two conflicting people and their two conflicting ideologies! Right from when the wheel was first wheeled, to today, when we have launched wheels into space, life has been a race. There's no denying it. Knock Knock. Who's there. Virus. Virus who. The Viru Sahasrabuddhi who said life was a race. Virus was right as long as the scenario were approached the absolute frank way. But Rancho went deeper. He rapped the door and asked, 'Whose race is life?' Now behind the door, Virus answered, 'Ours.' Rancho asked, 'Who runs this race, sir?' Virus, peeved, answered, 'Us!' Rancho enquired, 'And who runs the running of this race, sir?' Virus answered, 'Mr. Chanchad, this word-play is of no consequence. Platform par ch...

One crimson sky and a foliage deep green, Once held a valuable valuable to preen. This invaluable valuable that turned Miss Muffet's tuft green, Was Such a Fair and Lovely and Intelligent Queen!! Who prided herself on her wonderful voice, And chanted 'incantations' of her marveled poise!! So much that Old  Hubbard of the cupboard was left with no choice, Than to roll-call and pick out one of her autograph boys! This valuable queen had a hand exquisite and deft, And a calculative brain that lent itself to theft. The charming Prince Charming so impressed was left, That retired our Cinderella to the cinders and wept! Von Drake went gaga from a pah to la-la, And broke a Mickey's majestic plane for senorita !! But who knew, our clairvoyant Queen, on preparing pita, Could engineer back the damage like a pinch of asafoetida ?!! 'Eureka! Eureka!' yelped Archimedes of Syracuse, Before our Queen's ingenuity gave him something to muse. Oh, our be...

Dedicated to my Pati (grandmother)... Toy soldier, dear Where have you been? Parading with Some fairy queen! Ahoy, ahoy, the whole brigade I'll join you in the masquerade! A toy in town, I feel a child, Age has stirred me o so mild! I’ve jingled on and let nothing fade, The dye covers up for a little jade!! On my Noah’s ark I oath, Though aboard a shaky boat, I’ve oceans to wedge, hills to mount, These I shouldn’t sit and count! Some day the stars will clear way for me, They’ll welcome this old Humpty Dumpty, And till my star’s in vacuous yonder, I’ll bet I have nothing to ponder.

A warm Namaste! The festive season of Diwali is round the corner now! The mood of gaiety and mirth sets in... but so does that of noise well over the 100 dB limit, of pollution that leaves the healthiest breathless... Amidst all our joy who should come but 'much-desired' crackers!! Year after year there are pamphlets published and presentations made on the side-effects of bursting crackers, of its treacherous root-cause, of the starving, trembling hands that sit down to making these weapons.. What does all of this seem to a practical citizen other than jargon and exaggeration? Nothing. There is no afterthought when messages on 'noise-free' Diwali are sent across. If on your birthday, instead of celebrating with a party, you pooled in donations from your friends and personally visited an Anathashram , it would undoubtedly give you limitless joy. Perhaps it takes a lot to make that compromise of that 'once-in-a-blue-moon' day to work towards a cause. You go...

“There’s a hat trick!! Another of Dhoni’s helicopters! What’s Warner saying to Kohli? Clean-bowled? Of course not! Didn’t have to blink an eye before Kohli swung his bat right into a hundred! Hurrah! Touched two hundred! India!! Three cheers!!” Your lungs are ‘pounding’ with patriotism. Turn to page thirty five of your Biology book and trace your finger to ‘Muscle Movements’. You will find an elaborate diagram with blobs hanging out like strawberry gelatine intended to explain what you are experiencing. But what they really want you to realise is that this ‘strawberry-gelatine’ lines in a dent inside you, and before this moment, you would never have guessed so! Textbooks might never have seemed more than a cartload of theory to be penned on the examination paper in the right places. You’re pointing a finger to what exactly today’s dilemma is- THE DEFINITION OF SCIENCE HAS BEEN DISTORTED. Science, according to Wikipedia, is ‘ the intellectual and practical activity...

What is friendship? Life? Joy? Endless chitchat- memories, nostalgia? Happiness? Somersaulting and prancing? Playing the clown together? Scholarly colleague-ship? The answer sure is a debatable point. But let me rephrase this for you to make it sound simpler. What is life?- Friendship. What is joy? Friendship again. What is mimicking a puppy or a kitten together or pouting or giggling? Friendship once again. What is scholarly colleague-ship? Being a friend. To every individual, friendship has a different significance. Two pranksters might stick together simply because they love bubbling around! A trio of bookworms might take time off their reading only to engage in a discussion about the books they took their eyes off with each other! Two crazy clowns might meet only on the grounds of pooling in their efforts together to get a big, broad smile on the most serious of faces! But, however it may be, to each individual, irrespective of his or her nature as a ...

Some day, Some wonderful day! I'd seen you smile, You were alive. I rummaged through the pages of life, And you faded into a blur. If I had flipped with patience, I might have bounced into that slur. But there was none. One minute there, The next I looked gone. Who were you? I don't know. Like scraps all strew The hope grows. The several arms of conception Are extended And there, a picture rose! Where do I look To find you? The world is enormous The dangers venomous. But I shall proceed. To see that smile For that little while. But in my way, Nefarious rogues stand... Do they? Whose path is it? Theirs? I can shove them out. I can jab and clout. Then come the mighty oceans, Whose whirlwinds can drown you. But I snap my fingers, and lo! The commotion Unobtrusive as it may have been, Completely diminishes. There is no slop-slop, no slosh, I can walk right over the crocs.  Where do I next go? But I've found you. You are right her...

Ola to everyone!! Here's a quick debatable point for all of you: Is reason the best way out or do you believe in the 'no compromise' policy? Send us your views now!!  (Email ID: littleoed@gmail.com )

A pretty butterfly Soaring through the sky. Looks down below, Here a bellow. There a belch. Voices mellow. Aroma and stench. Who is it I hear cry? The butterfly desires perfection. Abdomen uneven, wings crudely tied. What irony!! The butterfly waves, To me. She craves For nothing but ideal. And I rave, With rage. For it is not that I am perfect. Less do I wish to be. And seeing that I'm approved, Neither is she.

To one's parents When they’re watching TV And one resents. Mother, dear, why the tussle, It's time to end the Monday-morning bustle. And here's the deal, I propose to seal, To spare you a penny for there to be no hustle. The sparkling TV's drab with news, So why don't you retire to the mews? If you stay put, I'll miss my show, Come come, there's the larder to raid and the lawn to mow. To a young child, Who’s having his fun at a park, But you want to have it for free from him. Hello there kid, I won't be so benign Evacuate and you'll be fine! The place’s lovely, no scorching sun, A pleasant treat for everyone!! And I'd be glad to take in the weather fresh, So you'd rather make a move than thresh. Of a teacher, Who nurtured for a year, Perspired without a tear. But who is now a part of the past, In your life who doesn’t last. There's a Ma'am, now a passe...