The Thought Curry

Mand-fakir felt a whoosh of hot air rising up his backside before he was thrown headlong out of his cave into the frigid Himalayan mountainside. As disorienting as the launch and landing was, he realized that lying on his face on the icy mountain-side with a burnt and exposed bum was likely to be quite nasty. So he got up and examined himself. Satisfied that there was no real damage, he turned to check his cave. It looked the same. He looked up. The sky did not look the same. What had been a starless full moon night before his belly-flop had turned into a very starry one, and the star population was increasing even as he goggled at the strange phenomenon. Within minutes, the sky was ablaze with what looked like a crore suns; so intense, it pierced through his closed eyelids. And a few moments later it was dark again. Blinded, but excited, he tottered back into his cave, feeling for his conduit, a human skull. He dimly noted that his hand felt alien, as if it was only entertaining hi...

For all practical purposes, since time immemorial, it had stood there. Far away but close enough. Unseen. It was a sentinel. An agent to watch over the young earthling race as it took its first steps. Waiting  … To announce humanity to the elder races when it was ready. And then ... Curiosity crushed it. ---------------------------- Note: Curiosity  is a Mars rover launched by NASA that recently landed on Mars. It is a nifty bit of technology.

This caricature was made on a gloomy morning when I found myself depressed thinking about India and its politics. I cannot fathom how the conscience of our leaders allows them to bicker endlessly while the country is falling apart . Notes: 1. The turbaned person is Dr Manmohan Singh and the bald speaker is L K Advani, representing India's Government and Opposition respectively.  2. Use of R K Laxman's Common Man:  I am not sure what the copyright lawyers have to say about this, but I could not think of a better person on wheel chair for this.The drawing is mine, the character belongs to R K Laxman , one of India's greatest Cartoonist.

Prakash was literally bursting with urgency. He realized he should have taken care of it before he got out of his house. But now was no time for regret. There was no mall around. He was in BBMP area. And that was when he found the KFC. Immediate.  Profound.  Relief ... He had found a lavatory. --  xxx -- 1. I first came across the concept of 55 word fiction from cmus who blogs here . And I wanted to write one myself. And this entry is what I wrote. 2. BBMP - Bruhat Bangalore Mahanagar Palike.

It is like a mine field. Only the mines are in motion… Brownian motion! They are everywhere, rickety contraptions running on 3 wheels. The roads are rigged!!! Be scared. Very. Very. Scared.

I went to Mysore the last week to the AFSB to try and become a fighter pilot. Couple of days ago, I did get recommeneded to be one. There are still the medicals though, so I cannot really say I am commisssioned yet... This post is not about the days there...

Hey “Smoker”... Yes you…!

Now that the holidays are at the terminal stage, I was contemplating life that doesn’t involve mega slumbers, aimless wandering and marathon fragging to which I had to return soon. It was during one of those contemplative moods that I set about to think as to what I had done in the last quarter year of my life. (I did say I was contemplative, didn’t I?) An internship, a trek, a visit to kerala, sketching (I learnt to sketch females… human ones to be precise… ;->), joined the gym (and promptly dumped the idea as a bad job), played some chess, learnt the head stand, etc… Not bad... But I thought something is amiss. I wanted to try out something new this time. And so I decided to don the chef’s bonnet.

How do you work from home? Ok lemme start from the beginning. I got an internship in a very nice company and the company being in another city, they allowed me to work from the place I stay. So far so good…

(Note from author: Dialogues vary depending on the ethnicity and the lingo) Time: 3-15 pm Place: Class Situation: Struggling to keep your eyelids up (SMS Message) Club meeting at 5- reads the sms. You groan and stuff your cell back into your pocket and get back to sleeping or listening to the class.

Ok let me get one thing straight before I start out. I was a DOTA enthusiast for some time. But not anymore. Reason: I AM BORED…