I thunk this weekend as I lazed away on a corn on the cob. This itself made me ponder the use of the phrase. Now I was not exactly lazing on the corn which was on the cob. I was lazing and enjoying the corn on the cob. Corn when consumed many years back from a road side vendor in India was simply that Bhutta or a delicate yet crisp, grilled to prefection snack. What is this cob? Turns out the pole in the middle around which the kernels are hanging has the dubious distinction of being known as the COB. Then again it gets more confusing when some certain individuals in the Midwest of America keep calling it Ears of Corn. So now its ears of corn on the cob? What about the other parts then? Why waste time on the ears when there is a whole abdomen somewhere? Who knows. So moving to more erudite observations - 1. If a person saw another getting pecked to death by a chick (which can happen if the pun was applied) should we suspect fowl play? 2. Did the Malaysians get influenced ...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!