Saki's sardonic humor

The underlined aspect of Saki's writing is sardonic humor. Writing satires came easily to him, i guess. Perhaps, this provides for Saki's high position amongst short story writers.

Be it the series on Reginald or that on Clovis, each small tale is laced with light satire. Something that enlightens us of our foolishness, intelligence, farsightedness in a mild fashion. To read Saki is fun. The easiness with which the plot runs. Moreover his short stories are short. Flipping the pages is a quick job, reading one after another.

Collected Short Stories of Saki
Hector Hugh Munro
Wordsworth Classics

This book has all the short stories except for one. It's worth buying the book, if you ask me. Moreover, Saki is re-readable, a few times over in the least.

Nilgiris and no ice-cream!!

The three of us trooped down to Nilgiris on Brigade Road yesterday. I expected myself to gobble some yummy ice-cream that those people manufacture. Their softies are the best that i've ever tasted.

After walking down M.G. Road and Brigade Road to enter Nilgiris. I immediately go to the counter where they vend ice-creams. Preparing to order a cone for myself. To my utter disappointment i don't see those cans of frozen ice-creams. Instead i see jars of Baskin Robbins. I ask the lady at the counter, 'Where are the ice-creams?' She replied that they don't manufacture them anymore.

What bad luck!! The management of Nilgiris know that their range of ice-creams is one of the best in Bengalooru. With people like me, it's terrible. On reaching home, i lamented to my sister. She enjoys their products too.

Why did Nilgiris take this turn?? Hope they go back to producing ice-cream again!

3 years, it is!!

Different shades of varied thoughts approached me during undergraduate studies. That's the time when i learnt how to evaluate things that surround me. From a beauty of a flower, to the teaching mechanisms of a particular lecturer. That was also the time when i perhaps, sought help from people. Started seeking help; that sounds much better. Prior to this, i never expected anybody to do something for me, or didn't realise that moments would arise when it was necessary for others to help me.

Undergraduate studies at MCC opened various avenues. Went to places from there, literally and metaphorically. Guess, this is the reason why i frequent MCC. My first alma mater. I hope i find many people of the same ilk in future alma maters.

I came across people who spare time for my well-being, both in person and on the web, from Mysore to the US. Despite, me calling or mailing them at odd hours, i can expect a cheerful voice from the other side, waiting for me to explain myself. Amazing isn't it?! I shall always be grateful to them.

At the same time, i'm involved in this web too. To my surprise! How humbling!! It would be such a nice world, if young minds are guided to the right track by able people. To do correct, to encourage the mind to flower beautifully. To infuse joy into the task of producing something illuminating.

Suddenly, life and our existance seems worth living.

This blog has survived three years, entangled in this web. I remembered the occasion a little late, during lab. And i pumped my hand into the air. Nevertheless, Thanks to You Guys, for making this entanglement worth it. Sticky and strong, it is. As i always say, it is a pleasant journey where much is learnt.

Inshallah!!

talking right

Sometimes, when the mind is tired and is feeling low, comforting is required. Comforting can take various forms. Right from what the depressed seek to what the offerer offers. The offering maybe philosophy, solace, consolation, pity, empathy. This apart, the wanting mind seeks solace and compassion the most. It is not the time to expend philosophy. Talking philosophy, inturn, weakens the mind further. And pity is the last option on the list.

I realised this last week. Perhaps, it's one of those important lessons to be learnt in life. Man learns through the years', isn't it?

It's that time again. When i'm being played around by fate, luck; call it whatever you want. Especially when one denies the hand of luck, irrespective of it's obvious presence.

The past few days have been hard. I've hardly been my usual self. Philosophy is on it's rounds. Expelling itself from folks at home and from professors. People have been talking to me, asking me to see happiness through the unhappiness. I'm back on track, or i hope to be so.

No wonder, when i told my profs, i'd be going home on a long weekend. They wanted me to go home and relax my frayed nerves.

Then i realize, it's three years since i started my blog. The occasion requires an article in celebration. Let's see, if i can do it.