Dandruffed

There was a time in 18 th century Europe when fervent encounters used to happen between two broadly defined schools of thought – scientific and traditional – whenever they explained an observation. Origin of species, for example, was tried to be described by both biblical conservative and rational challengers. Former had no dearth of sources – ranging from holy books to their own authoritative fiats, while later just had plane logic. The encounters were frequent, leading to heated debates, ridicule and sometimes violence. For their interests were mutually exclusive a middle-path between them was almost impossible to draw. Middle -path or compromise would mean that science might have to acquiesce to the wishes of tradition, rejecting its own hallmark of rationality. So it never happened. Science remained pristine in its objectives and approaches. And time rewarded it with an increased acceptance throughout the world. But a recent happening in India has marked a rare but unfort...

Somebody loves floral while somebody oriental. Some love to wear cologne and still some prefer musk. They cover your pathetic odor, make you attractive. Chances of leaving an everlasting impression over an opposite sex increases manifold at least in fantasy, if not in fact. Almost every moron applies the fragrance, pressing the top of the can, getting as much uneconomical as imagining a girl falling for him takes. The advertisement wizards know this and that’s why they create one of those stupid ads where they show girls as idiots, ready to rip their clothes off for the guy wearing the deodorant. The truth is - perfumes or deodorants (apologies to purists of fragrances who don't like clubbing both of these together) are pleasant and if your underarms stink like those of the dhalaos of New Delhi, you must use them at least as social service. And yes for this kindness you have full liberty for imagining a girl turning into zombie behind you. But for those advertisement make...

Ever done a prank with a friend? Well most of us do that. And needless to mention that evil cell phone adds to your capability to prank with someone. The basic ingredient required is a cold ruthlessness in executing your plan . And the victim is  forced to believe a canard  and act accordingly.  Simple isn't it? Thankfully No. Another prerequisite is something related to the “art” aspect of the game i.e. an individual’s capacity to execute the science of prank. I have come across many such great pieces of art. And many a times have been on receiving end too. Whether it was that day when I felt a kiss of vertigo upon being informed that I was booked under some IT ACT for using a free message center number resulting into free SMS, or the most recent one which I am going to give a short account of soon, the best part was a sensational enjoyment they produced after the disclosure.  But nonetheless, I have crafted some of the great pranks with folks as well. Fol...

"Listening to the silence" or "Silence speaks" may be quite philosophical to many but there lies a bit of prosaic rationale in the phrases. When in a useless banter with a friend, I gave a cheeky reply of "your silence has told me everything", I got back giggles across a jocular inquiry "Have you started listening to the silence?" There in my jest to have the last laugh of the banter, or to come up with a cheekier reply, I was transported back to a night before, when I was standing in my balcony, witnessing an ornamentation of the surrounding by dense white fog everywhere.  It was past midnight and I came there for no other reason than to prolong my being with myself, a soothing possession I earn after a day long artificiality and haphazardness in office; before I battle on bed with the undulating thoughts of insomnia. It was a silence unforeseen in this city, it was a silence of vacuum, it was a silence even villa...

Sane India’s saner leaders on one platform, mooting hard, focussed  on one big issue – why so many rapes? The question trickles down their sagacious wit quite differently. Some perceive it as – why girls ask for rape? Still some – why rape and kill both? And, still some – why make such a fuss? But, they all brainstorm, very hard, with strained eyebrows, with maturity dripping from white moustache of one to Ottoman styled beard of another. One leader with protruded eyes comes up with a theory titled “Overstepping of Lakshman-Rekha ”. A big section of group rejects it. Anther one with walrus moustache brings his “India rape, Bharat is safe” theory. Half of the group condemns it. Then an old man, his head wrapped in a dusty turban of patriarchy, speaks of a hypothesis, he smugly named it as “Chowmein is it!” Leaders choose to remain silent as this turbaned guy is notorious for banning cell phones and love marriages. Then out of sheer pressure of not having spoken as yet, ...