The Happy Wanderer

There's a nightingale singing her flat baritone, Pirouetting, then, with her voice, to a shrill, quick-paced tune, Perched on an oak, the nightingale supervises The acorns' ripening, quite solemnly- as solemn as the oak. The harps from the abode of the Bard 'crease-fold-open'', Everything around the 'twittering' nightingale, Fades away , then blooms, ablaze, In tandem with the nightingale As she 'orchestrates', 'Castafiorates' and lowers her chords. The leopard's spots are the chapeau to his smooth and silky camouflages, They so beguilingly make him a common, formidable beast, Where the lion appears straightforward, he is pretty much that, While the leopard's spots are show and red-herring. The timeless tales of the vertebrate-bear, Can never out-do our auditory zeal, We listen to folklore, ode, and songs, and medleys, Rested under the fluttery shade of a banyan tree,. The eaves are green, but we shouldn't mi...

Last year, on the day of Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump's Presidential elections, our class was quite frantic. Most of my classmates either have a U.S. citizenship or plans to go abroad to the U.S. to study, at post-grad, graduation, or under-grad level , itself! So it made perfect sense that Trump's victory concerned them.  Maybe we  want to go abroad to pursue our dreams, and it's all fine if we're set upon Oxford, or fashion designing in Paris, or Sports Management in a laid-back, rugged place like Australia, or business in Canada, or research in, say, Antarctica(!), etc. However, if we Indians are looking at the overseas for its glamour-adding quotient, we might be mistaken. Life abroad may be harder than we believe it is.  Here let me stress that there is no reason for us to be ashamed of being Indian. There are reasons, however, for us to assuage any patriotic-sensation. 1. There are over a 1000 languages that we can learn without feeling that they don't...

a. A story that starts saying, 'I traveled back to Dickens's time, and guess what..' b. 'When I met Noddy and he said he had read about me.' Try expressing your thoughts and framing a story around this line. c. 'Let me introduce myself. I work in a publishing house. ' Continue from this line, on life in a publishing -house. Try including a curious experience that working here has familiarized you with!  (Ideas: when a popular author is about to publish the sequel in her bestselling series and you find a major flaw in it; When a story reached you with half of the script misplaced/not sent/lost- and you found it made a perfect story without a huge chunk of it. You hurriedly published this. Consequences??) d. A poem on 'My summer home' e. The funniest character I have met in a storybook, and how I would react if I were to meet him /her/it in real life.  f. A movie I watched that I thought had another side to it, a side t...

The film 'Inside Out' is indeed fascinating. While turning it over in my head, I just realized the significance of a detail that had never stood out  much, but a significant one, nevertheless.  Joy, Sadness, Disgust, Fear, Anger are distinct 'personalities' in a child's mind- throwing their weight about, strutting their authority, and well, almost always disagreeable. Frisky and frolicking Joy and moaning and gloomy Sadness, do not share a single trait, except that both care for the well-being of the girl they belong to. The less dominant figures- Anger, Fear and Disgust- are willing to comply with Joy's policies, but at the cost of a simmering helplessness that they cannot contain! And so, it becomes a Jekyll and Hyde situation.    However, when we are given the opportunity to peep into Mother and Father, even though it might be for a few split seconds, we meet a team that's settled on a couple of things. Life may not prove to be exciting, but it sure i...

A for Apple. B for Ball. C for Crater. D for Din. E for Egg. F for Food. G for Goose. H for Heat I for Icing ....(etc) This was a menu presented to a customer.  He was asked to choose the letters that corresponded to his meal. He said, "Hi. Go. Food. Need. Eat." Choose the best option from the choices given in the limited list above and tell us which letter could sum up his meal.  Also tell us what your personal preference would be.

"I'm glad that the British came." spoke a voice on the phone. "Aren't you glad they left, too?" I asked. "They came from Baghdad. " he sighed.

We've grown up this way And that Learning and unlearning And winding and unnwinding We've found our ways through every path That buckled and cobbled, Because even when we are babies, We know exactly what we want. Whether we want to cry Or we want to laugh. Of course there is more thought than science In this world. It's beautiful how we shape up More than our anatomy, the fact that we've picked up So much Is elegant. Have you realized The difference between an item on your bucket list And the same item on your 'Been there, done that.' It's called the magnificent slope Of learning That has instilled in you So many virtues, so much more awareness, A newer perspective, A fuel for your imagination And that is what is taking you forward Each day. You never realize it, but your mind It's a magical thing! It's ingenious. So know that And believe it And believe that when you want to give up That's your thoughts taking th...

Ginger tea It is good for health. If you are adding lemon also It is gooder. Add cinammon Which neighbourhood Mamis Like But personally I don't recommend. Add sugar And your Mister Will start suffering From diabetes. And don't have for lunch. Have for breakfast. It calms your mind and body When the mad people next door Are driving you crazy By making better tea.

"A hundred miles, a hundred miles, you can hear the whistle blow..." Who knows what lies awaiting a hundred miles away? It's hard to judge, even in spite of having  a map to tell you what, geographically, you can expect to see there. That's because facts are born liars. In a small town near Chennai, there lived a young boy. The town was at a proximity of less than a hundred miles to the city. The boy called himself Maitranna. He was the newspaper boy of his own town. He cycled to a half-day government school, quite far away, and adventuring further away from home, he would inspect peripheral Chennai. He would usually shy away from city-folk there, but he was always tempted to read the city newspapers at the newspaper-shop.   Days passed. Maitranna was running through the daily regime of a conversation with Jayant, the 'man at the counter', at the newspaper shop, on a sultry morning. They seemed to have struck a pleasant rapport with each other. It was p...

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Catering Services for Senior-Citizens and as Aid to Caregivers Our grandmas and grandpas are growing old. As time is withering away, so is their health. However, they say that the life of a human being is symmetrical.  It starts with baby steps of discoveries, and it ends with a different share of discoveries. In their late sixties, seventies and eighties, senior-citizens are busy reliving life and rediscovering lost passions. It's as beautiful an age as childhood. But is it as seamless as childhood?   Of course, it isn't. Senior-citizens have to overcome a lot of health issues such as diabeties or cholestrol and may find it difficult to hear and see with age. They may need hearing-aids, teeth-implants and other such commodities. The new generation brings trends that are difficult for them to buy and they struggle to keep up with the times.     But will the times struggle to keep up with them? Certainly not. With the 'QuickBite' Catering Service for Senior ...

Great. Wow. Great. The machine had collapsed. Of course, if Nimni really wanted to exhaust it so, that is  how it would respond. Ah. Five years of effort. Aditya had worked endlessly for results. "Gautam, get us the toothpicks for the Harmonizer", Adi sighed. "See how pretty Landoff looks when we're done with her? You couldn't have anything more go haywire. Not that you would want it to but.." Adi could not speak further, he had run out of words. "It wasn't a pleasant ending, at any rate," he concluded after a few moments, casting an exhausted glare at  Nimni. "Hah, that's you signing off, at any rate, isn't it?" Nimni gnarled. "That's probably the end. We won't have another A.I. for ..how long? From my side it's ten years." Aditya responded. "Well, she wasn't remarkable", said Indira matter-of-factly. "We worked on her Natural Language Processing for months, and well, sh...