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The DEMONetisation Drama

The play is set in the times subsequent to 8th November 2016, when three Shakesfear fans have been deprived of the demonetization policy which ends up in the following conversation:

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FYI

Scene I  Act I:

A: How dost thou, get money from the ATM?

B: Methinks, thou hast to tarry for hours to get money…

A: Thou thinkest ’tis such an easy job? Methinks not; Mine pockets hast only ₹150 and I know not how to pass this week, without shopping and eating.

B: Fie o’ you. Me hast three ₹1000 notes😛

A: I prithee. Thou hast money, but still thou is helpless. I give thee my patience, to stand in the long ques in front of banks to exchange old notes.

B: In sooth, take a look at my phone.

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B: Me son, Z quoth, that students stood for 3 hours in front of the ATM and got nought, ‘mongst ’tis.

A: Wherein happen’d ’tis?

B: Z’s University.

Scene I  Act II:

C:  Mr.A, come hither.

A: Yes my Lord C.

C: What news thou hast for us?

A: Lord ’tis he who hast done this to thou Lord, ’tis he (pointing towards a man’s face in the front page of the newspaper)

C: Me knowest, that everyone shall suffer. Thou shalt recharge thy metro card for ₹5000, as me not knowest where to spend the old notes.

A: Bethink oneself my Lord. ₹5000 for metro card? Too much of an investment.

C: Quoth I, do.

A: Yes my Lord.

C: I shalt bethink myself, and thou hast to find new ways of spending old notes, rather than metro cards.

A: My Lord, methought, we could go to Qutub Minar. Monuments accept’d old notes for a week.

C: Let us spend the notes there, today evening.

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Scene II  Act I:

A,B and C go to Qutub Minar, and exchange a ₹1000 note, after a brawl with the ticket vendor, who doesn’t agree to take in the note for only three tickets.

Ticket vendor: Buy 8 or more tickets, else give me change.

A: Sir, me hast only one ₹1000 note.

Ticket vendor: Quick you cream faced loon.

A: Tarry a bit and mind your words.

B: Mr.A, ’tis family behind thee hast five members, thou canst buy five more tickets, and get change from them.

A: Good idea my lord.

A hands over the money and buys 5 more tickets, which they sell it to the family standing behind them in the que. One ₹1000 note is spent and exchanged.

Scene III  Act I:

The same story continues even after two weeks. Money is spent for useless purposes.

A: How is thou son Z?

B: Me sends money through post to Z everyday. Z spends a lot, maketh me poor, in ’tis fiscal deficit.

A: Me hast not touch’d or seen ₹2000 note yet.

B: Thou not shout. Keep calm. Me saw one, touch’d one with me hands but dost not have one.

C comes waving a new purple coloured note.

C: Here is the first one thou art gonna touch Mr.A.

A: Thou didst it, my Lord. H’as got the swag.

C: Laziness, do not become a man.

A: Lord, me knowest, ’twas B who stood in the long ques to get cash. Thou art lazy, like me.

C: Thou art unfit for any place except but hell. Thou  DEMON!!! Thou***!!

The play ends!!!

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Why Shakesfear why??

 

With lots and lots of errors,
A ShakesFear student <3 

“How my life changed since I started writing/blogging”

 A mischievous school life. Some fun loving friends. Cool parents. Life was at its best when our protagonist was twelve. Her parents were avid readers of fiction, but she never read anything beyond fairy tales. Perhaps her interest was not reading alone. She wanted to explore the world beyond that. She loved roaming out in the corridors when classes were going. Basketball was her love, though she was not good at it. The world of writing never bothered her much. In another stint of remaining truant from class, she decided to participate in a creative writing contest. Most of her friends had come prepared for it, unlike her whose solo motive was to bunk the maths class. She chose to write a funny poem about her mother, with crazy rhyming words to pass time. Two weeks later, when the results of the contest were announced, it was a shock to everyone, especially the third prize. Because it was our protagonist who had won it. And that was how everything began.

A year later in 2006, she started contributing her writings to a children’s magazine called Gokulam, who used to send back, up to Rs. 50 for each of her contributions. The first time her article got published, a postman came to her school to deliver a small certificate and Rs. 15 to her. He could have gone away after giving it to her, but he stayed back for around 20 minutes giving her a short motivational speech. He spoke about great writers, religious texts and how writing changes many things in life for some. The spark that a stranger ignited in the kid that day, remains lit even now!!

There was no stooping after that, more laurels poured in the later years. Her essay received a commendable certificate from the editor of a leading national magazine twice. It was her dream to write a book. A lifetime wish, not to achieve fame, or earn money, but only for herself. To bring out a story, that remains evergreen, whose characters never get old, like those of Ruskin Bond or make you believe in magic like J. K. Rowling. Several attempts were made by her, to begin a book; but the conclusion was, that this was not the story her heart wanted to jolt down.

Now it was time to scribble. Just scribble random thoughts. And some peers were needed to read and enjoy her scribbles. That’s when she created her blog. It picked up really well with social media helping to get the audience for her blog. Her school teachers, college mates, school mates, family friends and relatives; everyone loves the simplistic way of her writing. Every time a blog was published, it made her more and more conscious about her audience and way of writing. She did not restrict her blogs to one particular genre, from food to travel to school life to fiction to daily inspirations.

Each blog post, is a trial run for something new and a result of small improvement from the previous piece. Now she is a part of Chennai’s biggest blogging community, which helps her to keep the blog active.

Cute appreciation from her friends and juniors, inspiring messages from teachers and uncles push her forward to bring out good quality of simple writing.

Her quest to write a book, is still on, for she will fulfil it soon!!

The ‘she’ is ‘me’ here (:

P.S. This is my entry to the Sweek contest with #ChennaiBloggersClub 

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Book Review: The GODS of Time

Book: The Gods of Time

Author: Aarthy Sundaram

Genre: Puranic Fiction

Novel in a nutshell: 

Three levels of Existence. Twin brothers. One destiny.
The story revolves around the descendants of prominent Indian mythological figures, who continue the legacy of their ancestors, mastering various art forms of warfare in the lands where both devaputras and asuras coexist. A phenomenal shock in one of the Sangams, disrupts the peace of the entire kingdom as Brahmastra one of the nine celestial weapons is invoked. Who is Aryaman? How does he have such powers?

Aditya, one of the main characters in the story, is found in an injured state in Devaloka and is rescued by Anjana, the agniputri. Later he befriends Anjana’s soul brother Deepak and their circle of friends who help him understand the working of the three lokas and it inhabitants.

Among the freshly induced creativity in mythology, three of them were my personal favourites. #1 Ksheer, the sweet dish which makes everyone’s mouth water even while reading it in the novel. Suryodh, one of Anjana’s friends easily gulps in 10 bowls of Ksheer and even craves for more.  #2 Nilayas, the triangular shaped shelter for the residents of the three lokas. These are analogous to the portable camping tents. #3 Karaks , the army of shape changing creatures created by the asuraVivakh.

Coming back to the plot, Aditya the curious learner, quickly masters the art of archery with his bow Vijaya (that had belonged to Karna from the epic of Mahabharat) and recieves training in one of the elite gurukuls- the Kasyapa Gurukul. Why is Aditya a subject of discussion among the Gods? What makes him so special? Is he the only Suryaputra left after all?

Only one person knows why Aditya’s life is endangered. Will he be able to protect him OR save himself from the clutches of vile Mahodara?

Why you should read the book:

  • A well spun mythological tale for fiction lovers
  • Clear narration and appropriate description
  • Elements of imagination go perfectly in sync with the human elements mentioned
  • Even if you don’t have any prior knowledge of mythology, the story is very much understandable
  • After self-publishing a book at the age of twelve, this debut novel is giant leap for this young author
  • You can expect a SEQUEL!!!

What could have been better:

  • The sense of time
  • A map showing all the places mentioned in the novel
  • The description was good overall, but some more details would have done a better job

USP of the Book: The ending!!!

Specialty of the book cover:

The book cover as you see, is an apt description to the story contained within it. It is handcrafted by a women Self-Help Group who use golden print and cotton thread embroidery (similar to those on cotton sarees) on the book cover, giving it a traditional midas touch.

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The intricate work done manually

 

You can read an excerpt of the book from here

You can get the books from: Amazon

Find out some more details about Aarthy’s book at the Writer’s Workshop and find this also on Goodreads from here.

P.S.  Aarthy Sundaram is an #Engineer #Potterhead and is currently doing the Young India Fellowship at Ashoka University.

 

 

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D fOOdie ReTurnS!!!

So the last foodie blog was on gulf food. Now we are moving to a different geographical location on the whole. From middle east of Asia to the streets of Old Delhi.

Yayyy!!!You got it right!! It’s Chandni Chowk this time. Being one of the world’s oldest and busiest markets, this place is always flooded with crazy people and yummalicious food. Your mouth simply doesn’t water. There is a water falls flowing through your mouth literally😉

A random trip which, which led us to the world of desi junk food, lies in the a road that runs down straight from the Red Fort in Delhi-6. The only lines that rule your brains is A.R.Rahman’s ‘Yeh Dilli hai mere yaar… bas ishq mohabbat pyaar…’ (This is Delhi my friend… There is just love here..) from the movie Delhi-6.

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A view of the Chandni Chowk

Coming back to the food. We started our munching process from Old Jalebi waala, a small quaint shop in one of the streets.It was definitely overcrowded for it scarce space, and I first felt that the jalebi waala had over priced the jalebis. But all that vanished off my mind when I tasted it. The following questions left me bewildered: I had no idea what magical ingredients were used; what was different in that jalebi form what I have had before; It was even less orange in colour, but that was no way linked to its taste; I could pay even more to eat that again😛 Well I could manage to take just one pic of it, fearing someone would takeaway (or steal) my share as well.

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Concentrate on the pic; not the caption :P 

After spending some time in Lal Quila and Jama Masjid, we came for a second round of jalebis with rabri. Rabri on jalebi was like cherry on the cake.(For those who don’t know what rabri is: it is an amalgam made up of khoya)

The next on the list is la lassi. The well centrifugated- creamy sweetened milk, as shown in the below pic, literally mesmerized us. I assume the pic speaks better than my words.

 

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Lassi like never before!

Our last stop for the day was at a chaat shop, whose name I forgot which was at one end of the main road. We were so busy eating and relishing every bite of our tikki and dahi bhalla, that by the time we thought of taking the pics, our plates were empty. The creamy curd, the sweet & sour tamarind chutney, black salt with deep fried mashed potato. I agree that this post is not descriptive, as the rest of the posts, trust me I was so busy concentrating on relishing it, that I couldn’t observe a lot. Just waiting for the next trip to get there and eat them all again!!

Yeh shahar nahi mehfill hai!! (This is not a city, but a festive gathering!!)

P.S. I am not over-exaggerating my experience. If you don’t believe me check it out yourself😛

P.P.S. Merci Tripps, Jerry and The capital of Nagaland for this delicious trip😉😛

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The GREAT Escape!!

 

Well, if you are a known person to me, I am 95% sure that I have narrated to you this epic story with Dolby Atmos effect. In case I missed it out let’s relive it again…

 

Just 9 short years ago, it so happened that we went on a family trip to Musoourie (in Uttarakhand). The trip would have ended sooner, hadn’t our driver shared with us a piece of valuable information that a national park was close by. We had never visited a national park before, and so the desire grew stronger and swept us off. I thought it was Jim Corbett National Park (famous in our school text books), and started hallucinating with scenes of tigers roaming around us in free space like those shown in Discovery and NatGeo. I still recall what my mom said about that,’You want to die being eaten up by tigers?’

But then it was not Jim Corbett we were heading too. It was Rajaji National Park. We drove in; signed some documents; paid the fee; sat in an open jeep; and then it started. For the first few miles what we saw was only few deers and an elephant at about 400 m away from us. Nothing phenomenal was bound to happen, for my first open jeep safari was going boring.. very very boring. When we had completed three quarters of our journey, something unusual removed our boredom. We could see around 25 elephants ahead of us, and some 7-8 of them were blocking the narrow path from which we had to traverse.

Our vehicles were at a stand still, our drivers gave perplexed looks to each of us. We learned the harsh truth that our jeeps were unarmed, and that the explosives which were there had also been soggy due to moisture. I hardly felt any of these were hardly necessary, as the elephants showed no signs of attacking us. But then some of them caught my mind voice and started acting in a weird way, breaking barks of nearby trees and spraying mud through its own trunk. It did feel as though they had been attacked by some invisible zombies.

For a moment, the joy from every visitor’s face had faded out as if they were being sucked by dementor. A bunch of few crazy elephants had just made 4-5 jeeps to wait for more than 45 minutes. I still remember some people praying for these elephants to clear the way. The only fear that crossed our minds were, that they must in no way turn their focus towards us. In better words, the thought of attacking us should not cross their minds. The video clips of elephants stamping villagers on their route to banana plantations, were flashing in a fast forward mode through my mode. Worst was imagining yourself, in place of those poor villagers. There was a fairly good probability for that to happen as well.

 

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Yes!! It came this close!!

No sooner our prayers were heard and answered!! Our way was being cleared in slow motion by the protectors of nature. Our jeep was the first one to move in the que.

All of a sudden one of the elephants started chasing us. It chased us for about 50 m and our accelerator was on full load. Had the accelerator failed for a second, or any other unfortunate event had occurred because of our vehicle, I have no idea where our fates would have led us too. Maybe this blog post would have never been written😛 The good souled elephant  spared our lives, and withdrew the chase sooner than anyone had expected!!

The saddest part of this adventurous story is that we couldn’t capture any of it in our lens. Our digicam had all its power drained out when this journey began, but then had we managed to capture that, it would have resembled the above pic very closely.

The level of thrill I enjoyed that day, till date remains to be the best of all the records I’ve had so far. The small distance that was left over between life and death, gave me some sort of enlightenment.

 

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You definitely know that after reading this, which among these is the most dangerous???

P.S. In the name of all old gods and the new, this is a true incident!!!

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D fOOdiE AwaKens!!!

Disclaimer: A warning to all those who are suffering from dangerous diseases like diabetes and blood pressure. Reading and re-reading this post might prove fatal for them contributing to even death😉

 

It so happened that I got a chance to visit a Gulf Country this summer to spend my vacation. Needless to say about the wanderer I am, it was a delicious experience for my taste buds, never missing a chance to revamp themselves with luscious foods. These yummy treats were hard to pronounce of-course, that I missed out many other dishes only becuase of their names. Somehow I manged to showcase the three most exotic favourites of mine. So thought of taking you all through the same exquisite journey and do taste em all for I got you some😛 (just visual treats)

  1. KUNAFAH or KUNAFEH or KUNAFA:  

GENRE: Desert served hot.

People don’t confuse it with Kunfaaya , because that’s what I read before. Lol. Whatever. It is a three layered delight with saffron colored vermicelli at the top layer. A super- cheesy crust at the bottom with an anonymous layer of something in the middle. The powdered pistachio and walnut toppings leveraged the taste to another level.

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A virtual KUNAFA!! Taste it😛

I entered into heaven, while eating it. As if a juicy-cheesy-chewy-honey filled appetizing eatable had filled my entire mouth. The color itself is very seducing FYI. Sweet-toothed friends and foes just control your feelings as of now.

If you loved seeing it as much as I did, do try it for here is the recipe and send me the samples😉  IT is a diabetic threat though.

      2. MAJBOOS:

GENRE: Mixed rice.

This belongs to the briyani family perhaps. Less spicy-light-more colorful and definitely super-delicious. Briyani fans (Myself one too) do taste it once for sure. As far as Majboos is concerned, it’s aroma is sufficient to kill a person. The mild spiced non-veg that is added along, is simply destructive. A suitable synonym for this dish would be silent assassin. 

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Briyani’s little brother!!

I call it Briyani’s little BRO. It came with a tomato and potato kinda curry for its combination. On the whole they were an explosive combo. Should try making it someday with some additional help.

3.ZAATAR BREADS:

GENRE: Breads, Savory .

First I thought it is dried spinach that had been sprinkled on a pizza base. I refused to eat. Then GOOGLE told me that is a herb out of which spices are made in Middle East. The taste was like a new flavor of Pizza sans cheese. The taste is quite mysterious and hard to explain.

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Yumma-li-cious …

For its recipe click here. Sad I never managed to click any of the original pictures of these delicacies while I was consuming it. Because I was so damn busy relishing it that I din’t want to miss out those memorable moments😉

P.S. This is my first date with food on my blog!! Hope your mouth watered and stomach burned.

P.P.S. Thanks ReXXavi for making it possible:) I know its delayed a bit!! But yayy I finished it ending my procrastination !!!

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K.A.B.A.L.I.

 

Disclaimer: This post is not a review of the movie. Just a viewpoint🙂

It is highly unusual of me to finish an assignment 24 hours prior to the actual submission date. Unfortunately today I have😜 and watched the much hyped KABALI starring Super Star🌟 in Delhi that too. I am not a fan of Thalaivar, though his films like Padayappa and Sivaji the Boss are my all time favorites. Unlike his other movies which were a combo of entertainment and drama, this movie turns out to be an astonishment. It’s just 100% of pure class. 2 Hours and 33 Minutes of pure Rajinimania.

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Thalaivar!!

This is the best of Rajinikanth you will ever get to watch. No wonder he is the unbeatable SUPER STAR of the film industry, the film is already smashing the collection records of all other Bollywood movies on the opening day itself. A role in which he fitted perfectly, to his age. No long duet songs with the female lead. No forceful jokes. Less supernatural effects. Precise and powerful dialogs (there is bit of uncertainty in the dubbed versions though.I just found it to be of less impact) To wrap it up in a sentence it’s just a story of a gangster presented in an EPIC way.

Neruppu Da worked quite well in getting goosebumps for its audience. SaNa simply nailed it. I did miss the home crowd today, thanks to our gang which filled up the void, helping me in keeping up the ambiance of the theater pumped up, when the classic scenes popped up. Needless to mention the Wonder Woman who stole our hearts with her performance(the lady don of course). Also the star cast of the movie, played their parts perfectly, though none of them is as popular as Rajinikanth.

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I call her the Wonder Woman

Guess I am revealing too much now. It’s a great treat for fans, who might have watched over 3-4 shows by now. Leaking scenes of the movie online or pirating it; none of it really made a big difference. Kabali continues its reign the BO. No wonder if, the numbers reach the sky in the upcoming weeks.

People around the world are flaunting up saying it’s not much. I may not be much, but it’s still Rajnikanth🕴 He continues to rule, no matter how old he be. His style is invincible. Kabali remains his best performance after Padayappa and Sivaji the Boss. The ending still remains a big question mark and it’s buzzing in my brains since afternoon!! Happy that my first movie in Delhi was super awesome!!

Cheers to everyone who loved it #magizhchi #neruppudaw #kabali 

P.S. This is the shortest post of mine so far!!

P.P.S. I seriously can’t reveal more😛