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The Root of Beer [co-written by  ADITI ] The bear and the boar Danced all night 'round the fire And the result was the birth of beer The boar said, this is not my child liar! The boar was sliced into two, the pain he could not bear And all this while, Red Indians came along, and carried away the beer! And then in the woods, the troubled bear Went searching for the beer But instead he found a seer Who was only adorned in a lioncloth sheer The seer conjured magic gear His holiness realised on seeing the bear The exact reason of his coming there Meanwhile, the Indians lay at leisure at their lair Inebriated, they played with each others' lice in their hair The seer apparated from nowhere Yelping, the Indians got such a scare For the bear came too, and jumped towards all his beer The Indians were overwhelmed with fear But all the bear did was stand and jeer With one skilled leap, he landed in the Indians jeep And in a frenzy he tried to steer His enclosure though was far from ...

What you fear and what you want can never be the same. When you fear death, you don't want to die. When you want to die, there is no fear. There is also no fear when you are blindsided with courage. But that is another blog post for another time. Maybe our spirit soul, the essence of what we are, wants only that which has, at some point been familiar with. When we want to gain sensual pleasures never experienced in this lifetime ever before, we do because there is a certain sense of familiarity that assures us into believing it is what we want. How does fear of something change to want then? Does that happen when forces outside of us assure us into believing it's what we want? I don't know. There are only questions, unending, and aimless, rolling in the deep. So does this made up theory imply that our soul, having gone through so much, already assumes what is good for us and lends us that familiarity in our gut that makes us believe in it so wholly? This is toh, my ...

While in the bathroom today, I stumbled across an interesting paradox. It's believed that the best things in life happen unexpectedly.  Also, it's is generally believed that when you want to be happy and successful you should be positive about life. Negativity is thought to bring only sorrow and bitterness. But here's the catch: doesn't being positive involve a positive frame of mind where everything that happens is in the hope and expectation of something good for your benefit? Of course it does. Then how, when you are being positive or hopeful about something, it doesn't happen? Why do these best things have to happen unexpectedly? I understand that this does not happen in every case and naturally being negative is bad. But sometimes when you least expect things to happen, they do, and then you somehow value it much more. When we believe that when good things happen to us unexpectedly we assume somewhere in our heads that is has been engineered from out of o...

The future is scary, but that doesn't mean you should run back to your past because it's familiar. The worth of anything we do is in the act. Your worth halts when you surrender the will to change and experience life. But options are before you; choose one and dedicate yourself to it. The deeds will give you new hope and purpose. The only true guide is your heart. Nothing less than its supreme desire can help you. A person's mind is his last sanctuary. Many people have died for their beliefs, it's actually quite common.The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe. When you face choices in life just toss a coin. Not because it settles the question, but when the coin is in the air you'll know what your heart is hoping for. Instinct is the nose of the mind. All things are difficult before they are easy. A man is as faithful as his options.

I could still see it in the map of my mind There were big and great watermelons growing in the clouds And when it rains, it seems like blood rain Excepting the presence of seeds I dug the ground and rescued the scarlet pink pixie And found a world of mulberries 'neath And then me and nephew John sat by the pier fishing for angry sharks And popping them mulberries by the orange sunset And then John gasped in horror For we did not catch a shark But a big and great green sea dragon He was 85 feet wide And 65 feet tall And he looked at us and grinned Flashing, surprisingly pearly white teeth John approached and touched the dragon's tail And POOF, the dragon disappeared into the maroon rain Then we headed to the field of stones And no longer did we see any bluegrass leaves The blueness was dyed into the redness of the rain And no longer the yard of blue leaves did remain Heartbroken, nephew John and I went to our yellow cottage near the brook I didn't prepa...

The question cannot be answered directly with a yes or no as it is subjective to different cases. However, we can proceed to discuss it. To begin with, let us understand the concept of mercy killing or euthanasia. Derived from the Greek word "euthanatos", it stands for "good death"; which refers to the practice of ending a life in a painless manner. The term can be further classified into voluntary or involuntary euthanasia based on the consent of the person. Further, active euthanasia refers to death with legal injection and passive which means withdrawal of life support systems. Let's now look at the history of mercy killing. In 1997, the state of Oregon (US), passed the "Death with Dignity" Act allowing patients to inject lethal injections themselves. And, in 2002 the Dutch Parliament became the first country to legalize euthanasia. However, euthanasia is still practised in countries depending on the circumstances leading to the request. In Columb...

Today I ate a mango. An everyday thing to do when you are a mango addict living in Mumbai and the season for mangoes is fast fading. You'd think this would be a mindless activity, something you do while watching a stupid serial about perfect bahus. (well, atleast in my case) (I was bored.) But, it wasn't. On the other hand, as dramatic as it may sound, this mundane act of eating a simple mango (actually it was pretty awesome) was a great philosophical epiphany for me. When I was done with the fars(you won't understand these terms unless you are Sindhi), I moved on the the core. I got so into it I realised there was no mango left to eat. Scraped clean I got the idea to break it open. Something I vaguely remember doing when I was younger. Breaking it open was easy, as unlike alphonso mangoes the core of this mango variety was more open-able. Opening it, I was presented with this huge, ugly, weird coloured seed. It was a dicot seed and when I saw it I felt like I already...