Oil For Food

I was in the middle east in the middle years of my youth. The few memories I have cared to hold on to of that visit are the vast openness of the land and the food.

In fact my appreciation of food definitely took a turn for the better during my visit. Of food, my favourite memory being, layers of Olive oil poured over some of the dishes before consumption.

Little did I know, a similar combination of the middle east, oil, food and a person of my nationality could result into something distinctly unpalatable.

The Price of Rice

Fans of Wodehouse would relate to a character called Psmith (The P is silent). A fantastic character as characters go, one of my favourites too.

Did Wodehouse know the silence of the P would be used as a ploy to rice to the top.

Vahana

Does one need to own a vehicle in order to be the chosen one? Something to ponder over, between one's morning ablutions and reading the morning paper, or is it the other way around.

Vahana, the vehicle or the creature that serves as the vehicle, was not owned. Yet the association is so complete and thorough, the two are inseparable, and of course chosen by the multitude of millions.

Which brings me to my favourtite Vahana of all time, the chariot pulled by seven horses. I used to wonder, how seven horses were controlled so as to make the chariot tread the more desired path.

I guess the chariot to this day treads a path of its own.

Dam Maro Dam

Dam maro dam, mit jaye gham,
In the land of Hare Krishna and He Ram.

Duniyaa ne dam ko diyaa kyaa ?
Duniyaa se dam ne liyaa kyaa ?
Dam sab kee parwaa kare kyon ?
Dam ne humaaraa kiyaa kyaa ?

Chaahe jiyenge, marenge
Dam naa kisee se darenge
Dam ko naa roke jamaanaa
Jo chaahenge dam karenge

Dammit!!!

Old memories...

Of childhood days, I remember the stand fan we had in our house, blades made of iron which had to be coated with rust preventive paint every other monsoon.

Elders, would reproach me as I attempted to approach the fan and would warn me about putting my finger in the fan.

I reminiscensed, when I read of the rampaging fans. I wish the cops had some elders warning them...

Do not put your fingers on the fans.

J...B...AIL

Ever wondered how easy it is for the rich and famous to swap the first letter and get away scot free.

It happens only in INTHEAIR.