Whenever I make a pun People ask if I’m high They listen to it (im)patiently And let out a long, deep sigh ‘How do you come up with these?’ They ask me with a groan I smile, shrug and tell them the truth ‘Oh, they just pop up on their own!’ Lots of… Continue reading Punctiliously Punny
I don’t want to be too obvious, but the elaborate network nestled up in the skull, a.k.a the brain, is so very amazing. We have a whole course at college devoted to designing logic circuits, wherein we assemble electronic components to realize logical actions/decisions. It takes relatively so much time to design physically what the… Continue reading I’ve Got Brain On The Brain
Ah, a crossover between two of my favourite fandoms. “It’s Christmas!” *wink* The characters of Sherlock can be divided into two types of Hogwarts students – Type A: Students decisively belonging to a house, which the Sorting Hat would declare instantly. Type B: Divergent students, whom the hat would declare are “difficult, very difficult” to… Continue reading Which Hogwarts House Would Each Sherlock Character Belong To?
From an entirely unscientific yet imaginative perspective, what if time were personified? What if Time were to use Instagram’s Boomerang feature? Here is some nonsense verse I penned down…
About a year ago, my best friend introduced me to Lemony Snicket’s A Series Of Unfortunate Events. The two books of the series that he had lent me lay untouched for about two months, until I started reading it because I had no other new books to read. And boy, was I hooked! I finished… Continue reading Thank You, Mr. Snicket, For My Very Favourite Dictums
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all right, The way things go. I mean, my WiFi is on all night But in the morning, there’s nothing to show. No emails, no notifs, no texts, And I wonder vaguely what comes next. I’m torn between two things – it’s hard to decide If I’m a loner Or… Continue reading Morning Musings
When I was seven, I read a Noddy story written by Enid Blyton. Mr. Plod, the Toyland policeman, has to spend some time recovering in the hospital, and all the other toys go out of their way to make it easier for him – they bring him flowers, greeting cards and tools. I remember wishing… Continue reading The Rant Of An Off-colour Adolescent