Thursday, 22 October 2015
Sunday, 19 April 2015
The Whistling Schoolboy
From the gorge above Gangotri
Down to Kochi by the sea,
The whistling thrush keeps singing
That same sweet melody.
He was a whistling schoolboy once,
Who heard god Krishna's flute,
And tried to play the same sweet tune,
But touched a faulty note.
Said Krishna to the errant youth-
A bird you must become,
And you shall whistle all your days
Until your song is done.
-Sir Ruskin Bond,
Himalayan Tales
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| The Whistling Schoolboy. |
Monday, 5 January 2015
Bag of Peanuts: My ChunMUN team!
It was in a recent reunion party that I realized how much I miss my school days. On encountering my entire MUN team, I urged them for a hug and we hugged each other in the 'Indian cricket team' format. I resolved to write a post on those good old days, just for a keepsake.
So, before I proceed it would be helpful to mention that all my MUN teammates are from the southern part of the country and therefore have the most unpronounceable names on the earth. The irony is that they do not wish to be recognised by their south-Indian names but being a veritable blogger I have pledged to reveal their real names and show the derivation of their alias. They are (drumrolls):
1) Nandwati Menon Kocharriputtam (alias: Nandita Kochar)
2) Shubhraman Kumaran Gulpaati (alias: Shubhit Kumar Gulati)
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