In the words of Janice, Oh. My. God.
I’ve been nominated by not one, but two bloggers for this award. Two. Yes. The number that comes after one. Two.
Okay, enough over-reacting. Many thanks to my cheerful and chirpy friend Sai Deepti and my most recent trouvaille Tales of Suchita for nominating me for this award. Sai writes beautiful poetry and Suchita mostly writes short stories, but she also pens poems, anecdotes and book reviews. Basically, both of them have wonderful blogs and you should check them out. So, let’s get into the post.
The new boy liked making little origami weapons- swords, spears, axes- and leaving them on his desk for the next class to find. Aaron Privet was the one who found them this time. Ignoring Mr Doyle’s droning voice going on in the background, he examined the tiny war-instruments with a childlike fascination. When the other kids found them, they usually crushed and threw them away or played with them for a few minutes before becoming bored and flinging them in the dustbin.
But not Aaron. The delicate intricacy with which they’d been fashioned surprised him. He wondered how anyone’s hands could be so deft and clever.
Aaron hurriedly stuffed them in his pocket as Mr Doyle’s voice, like an arrow, shot straight at him.
“Where’s your attention, Mr Privet?”
“On- on the lesson, Sir.”
“Then get up, Mr Privet, and tell me, what is tan-squared-theta plus one?”
Aaron took a blind shot. “Um… sin-squared-theta?” He hoped it would be correct. Turned out, it wasn’t.
“Everybody, clap for Mr Privet, please!” The class didn’t oblige. It knew what was coming.
“I want fifty problems of trigonometry solved in your notebook by the end of the day, Mr Privet.”
My Brain (singing): I’ve been a liar, been a thief, been a lover, been a cheat-
Me: Oi, liar and cheat, stop singing and help me out with a blog post.
My Brain: Oh, how annoying you are. Can’t you ever go help yourself? Type out one of the stories you wrote last week.
Me: I am annoying? Oh, look who’s talking. And is the mind palace I created after I watched Sherlock of no use? It’s the One-Year Anniversary of my blog.
After half a year, I’ve finally made up another parody. The original poem is ‘Invictus’ by W.E. Henley and it’s truly a wonderful poem. Do read it here if you haven’t yet. This is also the first time I’ll be commenting on current events on my blog through this very parody. The current event I’m talking about is the Padmaavat riots in India and my Indian fellas would know all about it since it’s all people are talking about these days. Despite all this tension, I’m comforted in the fact that at least the movie was able to release today. If you couldn’t make head or tail of the previous two lines, you can read about the controversy here.
Here we are, on the day borders fall off
The day the world celebrates as one
Undivided by the mountains and oceans of differences
The day of the global festival,
When there’s no India-Pakistan or Russia-USA
Just the planet, drowned in happiness.
Click here to read the previous parts.
Ivaan was riding in the middle, clutching tightly on to the man’s lean frame, his eyes looking at the back of his golden-brown head. Jo’s arms were wrapped around his waist, and he felt like a worm in a coccoon, encased between two warm bodies. He tried asking them the questions that were plaguing his mind, but they were riding much too fast for either of them to catch his words.
On the fateful day of December 18 2017, history was created on this place in the blogosphere I’ve come to call my home- Charlie and the Cerebration Factory, which has confused many a blogger into believing my name is Charlie, while it is just a spin on the title of one of the most famous books written by my first official ‘favourite author’. I once thought of changing it to ‘Nerds of a Feather’, but never came around to doing it.
On a completely different note, I don’t even know why I’m typing in italics.