Only this evening, I came upon this bit of knowledge. That my nom de guerre was actually more popularly known as this. At first I'd chosen the word as it was close enough to my real name and conveyed, to my mind, a sense of alacrity and deftness. No wonder, many people to whom I'd casually dropped my page address and who understandably forgot most of it, googled and landed on the homepage of a prophylactic brand. Once there, they must've watched the mesmerizing demo and forgot where they were going in the first place.
I, therefore, ( I would have continued like.. submit before your kind authority and so on..out of sheer force of habit ) take the liberty to kick around the header a mite, and since I'm wallowing in self-pity and in a Coen brothers frame of mind, I liberally borrow the byline. The photo was taken a furlong off my home early last Sunday morning. No I don't live in open country. But such is India.

No Spring Chicken
It's spring. I had to throw the blankets away last night. and this photo was taken this morn near my backyard off the garage. Is that a meadowsweat in the center? I was never good at these things. Googling doesn't help much either. Now that spring is officially here and India is playing a loserly match at Sydney today, I feel compelled to down a He-man 9000.
And I'm eating chicken for Sunday lunch, after eons. This part of the world is famous for h5n1. It's become an yearly phenomenon now, the wrath of the flu gods.Among the contradictory messages over media over the past month, nobody knew if one could die of eating chickens. Now the government has come clean on the issue. Funny thing, what they're telling us now were being said by The Poultry Lobby all along. They took out quarter page ads in national dailies. In the same issue of the same papers, State Government agencies would publish notices, in public interest, to stay away from poultry and eggs and not to go near where they are bred and sold. It created all sorts of confusion in educated people who read the news.
I went to the poultry market today to witness a sad scenario. Many of the chicken-sellers have gone home to till their lands or whatever. Respectable intelligentsia are still not seen buying poultry. Actually I've talked to many and found all that they need is moral support. Well, somebody had to be the pioneer. I guess I'd heard the call.
Just don't call on me if I get body ache and fever in a coupla days, will ya?