Im no poet
And I know it
But rhyming is easy
When I’m not busy
Words strung together at random
Do not poetry make
Rhymes are passe
But metres at stake
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Here’s an interesting account by Soumya, a humourist, on cooking. We are introducing his humour column, beginning this week, on Tuesdays, exclusively on Different Truths. I am a foodie. My girth hints at it. I take a keen interest in the creative process of cooking too, but all strictly theoretical. I also enjoy cooking as a spectator sport. The glamorous cooks on television make it look so sexy. [ 933 more words ]
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Cracking the Mains — Shillong Style
There is a rite of passage to Manhood ritual that is practiced by all Graduates in India, called cracking the UPSC, the acronym for the body conducting the civil services exams.
This is an annual event, held since the colonial times, in the ancient tradition practiced in China for millennia, of testing the youth in various academic disciplines, to choose the body of men ( women too, but will continue to use the male gender for convenience, feminists please excuse) who will administer our great nation.
Every young man has to participate in this gruelling mega event at least once, more often thrice, nowadays as many as six times, till they are young no more. The prize is an entry to the hallowed circle of Avatars, or Gods, of the Indian Avatar Service, otherwise known as the IAS. The consolation prize is The Allied…
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Now that cyber privacy is a hot issue, reviving earlier thoughts on the subject in rhyme
What would I reveal online?
My take on Project 365 prompt
My life is quite an open book
You can look in every nook
My FB status is Public
Where you can find all you seek
About my past and present life
And what’s more, even my wife
Is privy to my inner strife
As told in shares and likes and posts
All my ravings, empty boasts
As for my hidden murky past
My blog posts reveal all at last
But there’s one thing that makes me quell
Reviving an old whimsical story
FLY ON THE WALL
The Admins of Project 365 asked for volunteers for a suicide mission to be a fly on the wall at any point in History, so I promptly did. Armed with special powers I wondered where to go first!
Unveil the secret behind the Resurrection by visiting Jerusalem at the turn of the millennium? Dan Brown would lose his readership, but I might upset too many believers.
Find out the reality behind the Mahabharata wars by flying to Kurukshetra a few more millennia backwards? But with Bramhastras flying around, even a fly might get fried. Could return later perhaps?
Then I hit upon it! I had always wondered at the brilliance of the man who first invented omelets. To look at the dirty round shells emerging from the rear end of birds, which contain a smelly yellow liquid when broken, and to dream up these fluffy golden…
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