In dodo's head

*White Noise* *Documentary a la Discovery Channel style begins* Though the species have evolved over decades, and have to an extent learned to create a killer concoction of odours which include some perpetually-on-sale-deodorants, they have still not learned to use the necessities provided by well wishing brands to the best of the other kind's advantage. And so, both kinds live on, very much aware of the other's existence (unfortunately), separated by the black and white line of good odour and bad odour. Most of the smelly kind look on, longingly to the Fragrant for they can never understand how the latter could have mastered the use of Water and soap to remain bearable to those who co-exist in their habitat. Some of the Smellies, however, ignorant beings that they are, remain unaware of the living hazards their existence poses on their neighbours and unfortunate near-and-dears. *Shot cuts to the other side of the concrete jungle- where people bathe under water falls

From the moment my father handed me that first book which I hungrily demolished in a matter of days, it has been a dream, to study amidst its dreamy spires and brush shoulders with its legendary figures. Visiting King's Cross and the highlands of Scotland only served to cement my decision further. No prizes for guessing the Institute of Interest then. Attending a mundane university with the rest of the muggles holds no promise or excitement for someone like me, who is convinced that it is in the magical school of Hogwarts where I belong. Over the years, with each book of the series devoured, I have admired afar the interesting curriculum offered at Hogwarts. The sheer variety of interesting subjects offered is reason enough for me to pack my bags and zip my way through to Platform 9 3/4 and board the next Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts. Astronomy, Dark Arts, Flying, Potions, Transfiguration and Charms are so much more indispensable to human existence than the ubiquitous Biolo

(Picture from the Internet) Ange. She was the very first best friend I had. Pretty much the same age as me, though of course she was still a kid at heart and would also want to roll around and play hide and seek. Most people would not understand the ties that bound me to her; of course, there are few who can comprehend how an almost rougish  German Shepherd and a four year old can get along like two peas in a pod.  My memories of growing up all include her in it; I can still recollect vividly how every Diwali, she would be as terrified of the crackers as I was, and would leap inside the window, smashing the glass much to the chagrin of my mother. As she grew in size, she could no longer be trusted to remain indoors for she threatened my mother's precious flower arrangements and vases. She therefore would resort to patrolling the territories of the house, ensuring that no stranger or cat would ever trespass the vicinity of the place.  Contrary to her name, Ange was a

The Lals, the Moo and the Sege, Oh where do I start, this tale of glee. We share a lot of things in common, But then again, we could not have been bigger polar opposites of each other. There's the Moo, she's a social snob, There's then the Lals, forever the social butterfly (though she would never admit it), and then there's Sege (me), who's just plain socially awkward. And yet somehow we find ourselves in a sort of symbiosis. Thriving in the companionship of each other. We first met in a Boarding school far far away from each of our homes, And as they say, Nothing has been the same since. From Moo, nerdy soul that she is, I hope to derive- The drive to succeed, the inspiration to strive. And in Lals I admire, the cheer and the jolliness. The positivism and the Practical Reasoning. Lals, Moo and I have faced numerous hurdles in each of our lives, And through it all, we have shepherded each other. When Moo, who is a 'Sciencie', just cou

( How would you inspire and mobilize India's youth to vote in the Indian General Elections 2014 using social mobile apps?) A decade ago, if you asked me, I would say that there are things that just do not go together, like me and butterflies (Massive phobia, don't even bother asking about it); Indian food and wine (not that I have tried it, but I feel like it just would not); and Youth and Politics. But now, after seeing the wave of feverish fervent among all the electoral groups which so far had abstained from being seen anywhere near the electoral booths, I am reconsidering my stand. Today's youth is passionate. They stand up for things they believe in. There is defiance, they question the already existing answers. They do not hesitate to stand up for issues they identify with.  And armed with the ever lethal power of social media, they have spoken, and they have been more often than not, heard. Whether it be the candle-light vigils buoyed by Facebook groups tha