The PAFs are finally over, just a couple of days ago, and already no one remembers who won. Which brings me to the thought that people might actually have spare time on their hands right about now. Cutting the flack, and getting to the point, here's a new theme:
Force.
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Friday, 20 March 2009
Whose with Guns?
That was simply the last straw. All hell broke out. They took up guns. They fought for freedom. Their heads were at large. They were all high. They wanted to run. Free of charge. Or die.
It was as savage as savage could be. No man, animal or plant could have said it wasn't so. It was as savage as savage garden. And just as all hope was lost... in helicopter's they came!*
*Everyone knows the story uptil here. Incase you don't, see this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQMbXvn2RNI. My friends enemy is my enemy. You feel a certain jubililation, knowing that the reinforcements arrived. Such a dangerous thing half knowledge is, so blissful is ignorance.
They were shivering the next morning at breakfast. For it was chilly....so difficult to bring myself to say it...chilly chicken and roast beef. That was simply the last straw...
It was as savage as savage could be. No man, animal or plant could have said it wasn't so. It was as savage as savage garden. And just as all hope was lost... in helicopter's they came!*
*Everyone knows the story uptil here. Incase you don't, see this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FQMbXvn2RNI. My friends enemy is my enemy. You feel a certain jubililation, knowing that the reinforcements arrived. Such a dangerous thing half knowledge is, so blissful is ignorance.
They were shivering the next morning at breakfast. For it was chilly....so difficult to bring myself to say it...chilly chicken and roast beef. That was simply the last straw...
Monday, 16 March 2009
Poor Chicken
Seven billion years ago, they had switched on Deep Thought, the greatest computer that ever had been, and had asked him the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything. Deep Thought had told them that it would take him seven billion years to calculate it. Of course, seven billion years is a long time, but they had had no choice - Deep Thought was the greatest computer that ever was. (Of course, there was to be a better and a faster computer that would be designed later, but that is another story)
Today, was the day when the answer was due. Deep Thought slowly opened his greatest-computer-that-ever-was-ly eyes, and blinked.
"Do you have an answer?" They asked him.
Deep thought nodded silently.
"Tell us! Tell us the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything!"
There was an unnerving silence, followed by and unnerving whooshing of the wind, which continued till the unnerving silence resumed.
Deep Thought said one word, "Egg."
Today, was the day when the answer was due. Deep Thought slowly opened his greatest-computer-that-ever-was-ly eyes, and blinked.
"Do you have an answer?" They asked him.
Deep thought nodded silently.
"Tell us! Tell us the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything!"
There was an unnerving silence, followed by and unnerving whooshing of the wind, which continued till the unnerving silence resumed.
Deep Thought said one word, "Egg."
Hide and Seek
Sandeep ran into the garage desperately. Sheetal had already reached 84, all the others had disappeared, but he still hadn't found a hiding place. He pulled the garage door shut and turned to survey his surroundings.
The room was big, with a ceiling that seemed impossibly high. Giant cobwebs trailed from it, to the ground and swayed gently to an invisible draft. In the twilight, they looked vaguely threatening. The room smelled of dust and damp and the past. A dusty, cracked mirror reflected his face and the swaying cobwebs. The din from the roosting birds outside was suddenly silenced. Sandeep suddenly felt alone in the vast garage, filled with unwanted things. An invisible cricket chirped, making him jump. He couldn't see into the farther end of the room, it was bathed in shadows. He stared at it, fighting down panic. The next moment, he never knew if it was his own hyperactive imagination or something actually moved, but he wrenched open the door and ran our screaming. "Mummmyyy!"
Sheetal, who had reached 98, turned around in surprise.
All that evening, they danced around him, made clucking noises and called him "Chicken."
The room was big, with a ceiling that seemed impossibly high. Giant cobwebs trailed from it, to the ground and swayed gently to an invisible draft. In the twilight, they looked vaguely threatening. The room smelled of dust and damp and the past. A dusty, cracked mirror reflected his face and the swaying cobwebs. The din from the roosting birds outside was suddenly silenced. Sandeep suddenly felt alone in the vast garage, filled with unwanted things. An invisible cricket chirped, making him jump. He couldn't see into the farther end of the room, it was bathed in shadows. He stared at it, fighting down panic. The next moment, he never knew if it was his own hyperactive imagination or something actually moved, but he wrenched open the door and ran our screaming. "Mummmyyy!"
Sheetal, who had reached 98, turned around in surprise.
All that evening, they danced around him, made clucking noises and called him "Chicken."
Saturday, 14 March 2009
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Poker Night
Four continents and thirty thousand dollars later he came home - three fingers short, but with one heck of a story for Thursday night.
Theme & More
New Theme: Thursday
Five things that though, may not make the world a better place to live in, but will surely bring happiness to one old cripple outside my home. Okay! Okay! There is no cripple outside my home, but here goes anyway:
1. Guys, your title is different from your theme. Use it!
2. Try to include at least these three in the labels section of your posts: The theme, Your name, The class of writing to which your piece belongs - It looks neater!
3. The restriction on 69 words is so that the stories stay short and snappy (alliteration, if any, was totally unintentional), not so that you have to put in more effort and split your posts! Here's a thought: Let's dispense with the 69 rule for a while: people who still vehemently want to follow it, please do! (Include '69' in your labels)
4. Ghaza's Hindi rocks.
5. Don't ask me what the purpose of the picture is.
Five things that though, may not make the world a better place to live in, but will surely bring happiness to one old cripple outside my home. Okay! Okay! There is no cripple outside my home, but here goes anyway:
1. Guys, your title is different from your theme. Use it!
2. Try to include at least these three in the labels section of your posts: The theme, Your name, The class of writing to which your piece belongs - It looks neater!
3. The restriction on 69 words is so that the stories stay short and snappy (alliteration, if any, was totally unintentional), not so that you have to put in more effort and split your posts! Here's a thought: Let's dispense with the 69 rule for a while: people who still vehemently want to follow it, please do! (Include '69' in your labels)
4. Ghaza's Hindi rocks.
5. Don't ask me what the purpose of the picture is.
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Chocolate cake addendum
Theory: Cocoa is high in antioxidant phenolic phytochemicals (polyphenols), including flavonoids, procyanidin, and resveratrol.
Ingredients: 1/3 cup cocoa, 1/4 cup of honey and 2 tablespoons of heavy cream.
Method: mix thoroughly until a homogeneous paste is achieved and apply evenly on the face. That's your chocolate facial in just a few minutes! You will have radiant, smooth, moisturized, blemishless skin when you wash your face after 20 minutes.
Oh, there's a mud facial too. In this case also, you will have radiant, smooth, moisturized, blemishless skin when you wash your face after 20 minutes.
Starving African tribes may not be the only people on earth who will never know the difference between chocolate and mud.
Ingredients: 1/3 cup cocoa, 1/4 cup of honey and 2 tablespoons of heavy cream.
Method: mix thoroughly until a homogeneous paste is achieved and apply evenly on the face. That's your chocolate facial in just a few minutes! You will have radiant, smooth, moisturized, blemishless skin when you wash your face after 20 minutes.
Oh, there's a mud facial too. In this case also, you will have radiant, smooth, moisturized, blemishless skin when you wash your face after 20 minutes.
Starving African tribes may not be the only people on earth who will never know the difference between chocolate and mud.
Monday, 9 March 2009
The Ring
"Actually he did"
"So... what happened?"
"He was showed up too early and realized he'd forgotten the ring"
"Oh!! So did he go back to look for it? Why are we then shamelessly eating up this heavenly chocolatey dessert and discussing your apparently tragic wedding?"
"No, he went back to the bachelor party. They were on a horror movie marathon."
"Alright... so then what happened? It's just a two hour movie right?"
"Yeah but...
*Police sirens. Ambulance sirens. Grooms mother shreiks*
... there are repercussions."
"So... what happened?"
"He was showed up too early and realized he'd forgotten the ring"
"Oh!! So did he go back to look for it? Why are we then shamelessly eating up this heavenly chocolatey dessert and discussing your apparently tragic wedding?"
"No, he went back to the bachelor party. They were on a horror movie marathon."
"Alright... so then what happened? It's just a two hour movie right?"
"Yeah but...
*Police sirens. Ambulance sirens. Grooms mother shreiks*
... there are repercussions."
The Wedding
"Nice wedding cake!"
"Thanks."
"Can I have a second portion?"
"Help yourself."
"Mmmmm. Chocolate was a good choice, I must say."
"He insisted."
"The groom? Too bad he never showed up."
"Thanks."
"Can I have a second portion?"
"Help yourself."
"Mmmmm. Chocolate was a good choice, I must say."
"He insisted."
"The groom? Too bad he never showed up."
Chocolate-cake: Instructions
Sorry guys and gals, but please read the next few posts in the order Part-IV, Part-V and then Part-VI; and forgive me for being blogilliterate.
Chocolate-cake: Part VI
mama, chacha, sab tainat baithe. Honi toh ho hi gaya, cho' ghussa, hum sab usse pakadke laat ma'ne lage. Pados se bhi sab log aa gaye, au' woh lakdi bahut chilayee. Tab humne dekh ki cho' toh uska aashiq hai. Toh batao bacchon, cho' co late cake kya mila." "Aur tauji ko bhi laate khaake kucch nahin milega", kehte hue taiiji ne tauji ko maarte-maarte bacchon ko bhagaa di.
Chocolate-cake: Part V
Phi' nahin maana. Jald-hi usse pados ki ludki se ishq ho gaya. Abhi ludki ko sambhalne ke liye toh bahut paise lag jaawe, cahaan se laata. Ussi samay gaon mein cho'i hone lage. Kissi ko nahin pata tha ki cho' kaun tha. Ek din hum phasal bechke khoob saa'e paise leke aaye. Humme pata tha cho' ki gandi naza' hama'e gha' pe hi hogi. Sab so gaye, pa' hum, tumha'e
Chocolate-cake: Part IV
Jaise hi taiiji bacchon ko kaam ke liye bulayee, bacche pahunche tauji ke paas, "Tauji-tauji kahanee sunao". Tauji, bhi issi umeed mein ghante-bhar angrezi paper apne chehre ke samne pakde baithe the. Do secand mein tauji ho gaye shuru, "Bahut pehle bagal-waale gaon se ek launda aaya, iss gaon mein bassne. Toh humne bola kheti dekho, acchi aamdani hogi. Usne nahin ciya. Toh humne caha ducaan kholo.
Sunday, 8 March 2009
Chocolate cake
Siphiwe and Haroon couldn't wait. Mother was making chocolate cake today. They had never eaten chocolate cake before; all they ever ate was dry corn bread sometimes.
The cake came tumbling out of the smoky fire, dark brown and crumbly.
The BBC reporter watched them as her photographer clicked away. Her article was on African families eating cakes made of mud, to stave off starvation.
The cake came tumbling out of the smoky fire, dark brown and crumbly.
The BBC reporter watched them as her photographer clicked away. Her article was on African families eating cakes made of mud, to stave off starvation.
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