Quid Pro Quo With The Gods

Runa Laila popularized the Kala Sha Kala folk song. My generation grew up on Anamika's cover version of the same song. But Runa initiated the song into a wedding and party cheer that endures till date in mast gatherings.

 

Indra, with his tendency to arouse the asuras and get into scuffles, forms the backdrop of many origin myths. He promises to reform himself of his hubris but lapses.

I had a friend named "Indu" while growing up. She insisted that she was named after the moon. But "Indu" is derivative of "Indra". Why did she turn her back on this rain god to embrace the moon god "Chandra" as she was not Chandu.

Is it because of Indra's bad rap?

I searched in google just now for the meaning of the Indian feminine name "indu". Returned "bright drop" and "origin: moon" . Is that 'bright drop' a full moon or a rain drop?

This defection is widespread than assumed, are all the indus shifting their allegiance from the miscreant Indra to the mercurial Chandra?

 

A celebrity who could not only sing but also feature in her video albums as she is so pretty and charismatic. Moreso, she could even act in a shampoo advert with those lovely tresses. She had it all in life while it had lasted ..beauty and talent.

 

We have engaged Diogenes repeatedly in the past in our meandering discussions but only recently I came to know that he not only popularized 'cynic' but also heralded 'cosmopolitan'. When inquired of his nationality, Diogenes proudly claimed himself to be a 'cosmopolitan', coining the word itself. Diogenes as the notorious cynic is widely known but Diogenes as the vagrant cosmopolitan is amusing. Today, the word cosmopolitan is inflected in affluent streak. There goes a cosmopolitan! means ..a man of wealth, comfort and letters. Back then, Diogenes in his barrel and loin clothing would have endured tough credence to sell himself as a 'cosmopolitan' breed.

 

I always wonder ...why we get along so well in our conversations. Every now and then you assert glimpses of that enigma.

You said, you 'wanted to ask' and not 'wanted to know'. Knowing is second-hand and received wisdom but directly inquiring is first-hand and conclusive. I know why we get along so well: we gouge nothing short of the definitive wisdom even if it is as insignificant as someone's naming preference. Yes, we should ask Nehru bluntly and not rely on anyone's account of the historical trivialities.

 

Indian lizards have the flamboyance of bright colors unlike the obsidian lizards of John Smith. A lizard should flash gypsy colors! I agree ..dull lizards rarely coax out creativity unless you happen to be the pillow-singing John Smith.

I wonder how we both would be nicknamed ages from now by our posterity on stumbling upon our blogs when we both are long gone, say, in year 2167. (That lizard man! That sloth girl!)

What would the advanced posterity make of our blogs? Surely, all known lifeforms but for humans would be extinct by then. Your intricate study of lizards and my admiration for sloths might throw natural light on these lethargic creations who were examined by us in their wild indulgence.

I have a feeling, you and I are preserving much unsupervised knowledge that though is insubstantial today would instigate a scramble in future for our loyalty towards unworthy creatures of the animal kingdom.

 

'Friendship badges' were mentioned in Breakfast of Champions by Kurt Vonnegut. On finding a badged friend demonstrating solidarity with our interest, we tend to attach ourselves to them like a marooned limpet. Our badge is PG Wodehouse! We have become too preferential, too fussy...in our wodehousian alliance. Once I even declined a man when he expressly stated that he read no Wodehouse. Blasphemy! Brute! No Wodehouse is undeveloped midget not sharing a badge with ..