The Egg Curry!!

Here they go,

The hero of this poem and his pals;

Communicator pings and the intelligence hints,

EGG CURRY in the menu with few gorgeous gals;

 

Bang goes the door,

Hullabaloo on the floor;

A march to the mess,

Men are valiant, they are fearless;

 

Eyes lit, chests overblown,

Heads high and the destination higher;

He climbs, they gasp, huff and pant,

He sings, they rant;

 

Here they arrive,

On the mall, ending the toil after the turmoil;

Riding on a cloud, envied by the crowd;

In a hurry, to gobble EGG CURRY;

 

Here it comes,

The hope,

With the pedigree of getting splintered

And the propensity of recuperating unhindered;

 

Here it goes,

The hopeful but hapless spoon in the haggard hand,

In the curry, plunging and exploring

Alas! A spoon is spoon, no magic wand;

 

And here it comes,

The reminiscent of the great Shakespeare,

A curry in the mess

by any other name

Would be equally egg less;

 

Goofy (Guest Author)

The curious case of Karela!!

 

It’s summer, it’s holidays, I am at home and my Maate (mommy) is back in action with her exquisite mouth watering and lip smacking culinary delights. My mom is an ardent cook and a gourmet’s delight. When I come home, she makes it a point to serve me with the best of her skills and offers me the best in her arsenal. Overeating turns into a daily ritual and all of a sudden the Centre Freshs and Shots in my pocket gets replaced by Hajmola and Jaljira sachets. It gets more or less impossible to resist the desire to gobble more than the capacity.

 

 

But, today is an exception; the unpalatable Karela (bitter melon) is in the menu. What an adversity it is! I don’t even have words to describe my emotions. I am completely shattered, life seems to have halted before a deep and dark abyss, my brain cannot think, my hands are numbed, legs are frozen and stomach empty. It seems, I was having the sweetest dream of my life and somebody woke me up for a networks lecture. My agony is beyond any description.

 

 

I just don’t understand why the human race even started consuming the ghastly Karela. What was wrong with the early humans? Were there taste buds out of order? Moreover, nobody knew the medicinal properties of Karela at that time; all they knew was the taste of the Karela, which is inexorably bitter.

 

 

I reckon that long ago, it was probably given to eat to the prisoners who were convicted for the heinous of all the crimes. Over the time the prisoners developed a taste for it and started consuming it with their families (when they got free, somehow). Perhaps, thereupon it got famous as an edible among hooligans and vagabonds. But, then how it got famous in the civil society is beyond my understanding.

 

Goofy (Guest Author)

JUIT stinks!!!

Out of the many things that I miss since I left my city for JUIT, I miss the most, those classy and captivating aromas that people over there in my city had. Some could take you to the seventh heaven and some on the cloud nine, boy, I so wish, I could get them back! In fact if I rephrase my sentence, I would rather say, JUIT has deserted me of fragrances as some cryptic motives precludes me from savoring those intoxicating aromas.

 

 

 Technically, it’s not exactly bereft of fragrances, in fact, among these 2000 people on the planet JUIT, one can easily discover assortment of artificially engineered fragrances manifesting the pinnacle of human ingenuity and dexterity. But, all these handful of fragrances are often repetitious and lack the dynamism and sparkle that I long for.

 

 

What I am trying to say is that, this melancholy of fragrances exist because people here can hardly manage to buy some handful of artificial fragrances while nature on the other hand can bestow you with countless of them and quality is of course no point of contention. The only prerequisite is that nature wants you to spend some time or to walk some miles with it, which apparently is a rarity in this self-confined society.

 

 

Despite of it, I was expecting to come across fragrances that are inherent to human beings, fragrances that identify them, distinguish them and beautify them. I haven’t done any scientific survey but I am very sure that every one of us remembers the girl or the guy with the best fragrance in our school, or somebody whom we met at the airport or the central park or some ritzy social gathering just because of his or her heady scent. I thought that in this cosmopolitan society of my college, many such experiences would be lying ahead of me but again, what I got was disappointment.

 

 

I was so grief stricken by this partition and am so indulged in these sweet gifts from nature that I decided to find out the real raison d’êtres behind this grave catastrophe. My quest finally yielded me these few reasons:-

 

 1) The first reason is nothing new, this particular phenomenon has             caused many management failures, and I am not shocked that this is playing a crucial role here too. The reason is incorrect estimation of critical factors.

 

How??

 People here either overestimate the strength of their artificial perfumes or underestimate the strength of their own body odor. In both the cases the body odor wins and the guy stinks.

 

But how come this happened? The same amount worked fine few years back. So what could be the reason behind these abrupt and unexpected changes?

 

I know, you guessed it; it is the increase in only variable factor in the above equation, the body odor, due to reasons which are starkly evident, global warming being one of them.

 

 

2) The second reason is very case specific. (Do read it carefully; this one is a real discovery.) I observed that it is not only the quality of the fragrances, but also the variety of fragrances which is missing in this aroma less abode. Every guy or girl in my city had a different characteristic fragrance like an enchanting poem in a well compiled anthology, this much needed variation is completely missing here, in fact we all smell the same (or rather pongs the same). It seems that this godforsaken fragrance that everybody dresses is a part of our uniform.

 

This compelled me to direct my research towards this dire situation. I discovered that my city people inherited there miscellaneous but distinguishing smells from their diverse cloth washing techniques and agents. These nuances in washing techniques combined with the typical fragrance of their habitat gave them a complete new amalgam of fragrance.

 

On the other hand, here, we have got just one laundry, thus just one washing system which combined with this one habitat that we all dwell in, produces just one smell. Very incompetent and lackluster system; no wonder, we all smell the same.

 

 

Besides, the above two reasons, there are few more reasons because of which people here have lost their bond with aromas, some of them being:-

1) Broken hearts (now nobody is left in my life, for whom I
should smell sweet.)

2) The great JUIT Pledge of taking a bath tomorrow.

3) The socks that are saving water and,

4) The magical fag that turns you into a cool dude.

 

 

The situation is critically serious and there is just a little hope. But this doesn’t mean that we should throw in our towels and loose all our hopes. Like every disaster this one has also got some opportunities which calls for a prompt showcase of our talent in the field of management (disaster management) and engineering. We need a club which can organize our crusade against odor and a mentor who can show us the light in this murky state of affairs. If we start getting our act together from today only, I am very sure that the day is not far when we will all again breath in fresh, sweet and intoxicating air.

 

 

Let’s take a pledge that we could die but could not stink.

Goofy (Guest Author)