I was thinking about the stories I read growing up whether in print or from my grandmother. No wired pluggable devices then that I could listen to. It was 1 on 1 - grandma lighting the lamp in front of the half elephant half man statue telling a tale. The caricatures were largely from the great epics of the yesteryear 'Bharat' now called 'The Republic of India'. The tales were as fascinating as say the Genesis or other ancient texts written by people in caves. One thing is for sure - the authors had vivid imagination. From the multi headed terrorists to the ahead of its time, genetically fused animal and human versions of supermen and women we had a virtual plethora of superheroes and gangsta duels. The most famous of these tales happen to be the Ramayana and Mahabharata. Add to that the collective episodes of Ganesh and Shankara and you had a full on suite of night time entertainment before bed time. The weaponry used in those days also seemed somewhat advance...
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!