My Musings

This is second post in the Series Otiose Dreams . To read Otiose Dreams Part1 click here This event takes place somewhere after the end of 6th book and before the beginning of 7th book of Harry Potter Series. Dumbledore is dead and Harry says Snape killed him. But, the Ministry of magic wants an official confirmation and hence a bench is commissioned to investigate Dumbledore’s murder. Tenders are received from across the globe and through all ages of human existence. The tenders from 21st Century India are kept aside because of the super corrupt reputation they carry along. After much deliberation the most famous fiction detective Mr. Sherlock Holmes is hired for the job. Sherlock has been busy time travelling, helping the Time traveller’s wife decipher an Enigma called her husband. During this period he has travelled to forbidden places and got mixed up with issues he had no right to meddle with and a result is simultaneously investigating multiple cases. He has arrived at Hog...

It was over coffee that we decided to write a flash fiction story (<300 words) with the line 'A housefly was hovering at the bakery'   in it. However, the line need not verbatim as suggested. It will suffice if it conveys the meaning and this is the best I could come up with A lone housefly was hovering at the bakery. This was his first posting and far away from his homeland. Born and brought up at the sewers that were full of deteriorating waste and degrading feces, he found this neat and clean bakery to his gentlemanly distaste. But nevertheless, it was his first posting and he had a point to prove. He was a guard now. A scout and a sleeper who will find out and inform about newer sources of food to survive, for the growing population to be supported, to help his kind to flourish and establish the world rule. He would be famous, history would record his most important contribution in establishing a world dominion of the flies and he will be their hero. All possible...

This is an artwork by Mark Parisi. It is funny and very witty:) The other side of the wall P.S: MURPHY'S LAW FOR HUMPTY DUMPTY Murphy's law for Humpty Dumpty states that  " Everytime Humpty Dumpty sits on a wall, Humpty Dumpty must have a great fall "    :)

  This post has been selected as a ' Spicy Saturday Picks ' by  BlogAdda ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 6th June 2010, Sunday 06:03 A.M I don’t know how I landed here. But I have been here for sometime now.I have gained great experiences, seen great struggles. David has fallen and I have fought Goliath with the help of Lord Voldemort. In return, he wanted me to help him find Shaktimaan. He was feeling very insecure in London, so he wanted to kill, defeat and take Tamraj Kilvish’s place. I Bargained for an autograph from Harry potter ( I actually wanted Emma Watson to sign. But :( ,some other day, Harry for now). He agrees and he has invited me to his father’s grave in part four of the HARRY POTTER series. Voldemort has regained his body and he is about to duel with Harry. Me: Hey Voldy *po...

The below text is purely a work of my imagination, any reference to any person living or dead is puerly co-incidential I had drafted this some time in may last year when the IT industry was gung ho about recession and job losses. I felt its worthwhile posting here if i could help a few laugh and few others smile about it :) ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Read from the bottom of the mail chain -------------------------- -----Original Message----- From: postmaster@localhost [mailto:postmaster@localhost] Sent: Wednesday, May 27, 2009 12:19 PM To: Ashrafi,Gulam M Subject: Delivery Final Failure Notice Can not deliver the message you sent. Will not retry. Sender: < Ashrafi_gulam@japkakakapa.com> The following addresses had delivery problems < mohdjaved.siddiqui@blalba.com> Reply from njpmail1.blabla.com[204.179.188.154]: 550 The mail ID no longer exists --------------------...

I have developed this unique ability to lose/misplace the keys everytime I am honored with the onus of handling the keys.  Whenever, wherever keys go missing, people turn to me with an awful irritated look, a tacit question in their eyes “Where the hell have you placed the keys now? Sad, but true; I have become synonymous with the loss of keys. Every time I visit my native, I turn the house upside down, everyone running around, ransacking every nook and corner for the Scooty pep, Bajaj boxer or some other keys. While at hostel I misplaced the room keys; at home, I misplace the cupboard keys. While visiting one of the umpteen friend’s brother/sister/cousin marriages, I have misplaced the room keys meant for the bride and bridegroom on the night of their marriage. During trips and outings, I have lost the hotel room keys and in college, I lost the auditorium and seminar hall keys. Phew!!  The scroll of honor grows bigger by day. It is as if the memory of keys evade...