Musing Reminisce

The woods have held wealth dug deep in its womb waiting for some one to dig it out or for some one to accidentally come across it. It is an ongoing growth process, part of nature’s law of Live and Let Live. However when an outsider comes into this domain deliberately to disturb this balance, nature sometimes lifts its head and strikes to bring back justice. Giovanni was a truffle hunter in Piedmont Northern Italy. Unknown by many truffle were fungus. Those who did not have this knowledge, in Italy, France and around the globe, wrongly categorised them as mushrooms. An experienced chef appreciates its value puts its woody and earthy tasting shavings to compliment their creations and connoisseurs pay through their nose to have it in their dishes. Growing underground near roots truffles are fruiting body of a certain type of fungus — black and the less common white truffle. It is the most expensive food in the world and prices can be as much as £3,500 for European white truffles. A rece...

Steve was in Eden. It was paradise. He had completely blanked out as to how he had landed here. Try as much as he could he could not recollect anything. He looked carefully at himself. All he could see was his skin which was completely covering majority of his body. There was hair and nail growth covering areas where he could not view his skin He could only look down his frontal and did not know the composition of his back. There was no garment around him covering his body. Having sensation of touch he felt himself all over and realised that even his back had the same skin feeling as his front. He realised that he was encased all over in this material All around it was a beautiful landscape. It was so well taken care of but he could not see anyone around. The terrine provided him with all things that brought a sense of satisfaction however deep down he craved for company. He could not bear living alone and without communicating with someone other than himself. He suddenly felt his life...

‘’Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah’’ ‘’What happened Raghu ?’’ ‘’NOTHING’’ And then he blanked out. This was the scenario around Professor Robert Dsouza’s coffin when Raghu fainted. Raghu was a happy go lucky kid from Mumbai. His Dad was a student of Professor Robert Dsouza. Having a pleasant persona ‘Prof Rob’ as he was fondly known in the educational circuits made an impression on his students. Raghu’s dad graduated, got a good position in a multinational company, married and was settling down in life. Professor Robert was his idol and Life Guru and he was proud to have been tutored by him. When he was just a few days old Raghu had been blessed by Professor who had visited hospital. As a kid and in his formative years, due to the impact Professor had on his dad’s life, Raghu had earful’s of stories about the good Professor No mention of Professor’s personal details was ever made to him in terms of his family etc but it was more about his deeds as a teacher and human being and his influence in Dad’s ...

’Upar Wala Jab Bhi Deta Hai, Chapar Phaad Ke Deta Hai' Whenever the guy upstairs gives your roof will collapse - meaning when the almighty wishes to express his benevolence to you and shower you with his givings your roof will not be able to sustain it and it will be overwhelming to you. Duggu,the pupil, i nstead of taking it in a positive way, always felt the opposite applied to his life. God, his teacher, had overburdened him and drowned him with all the troubles of the world. WHERE ARE YOU GOD ??? Today aged around 21 standing on the seashore, as it rained cats and dogs, drenched in his hoodie, he reflected back on his life. He was born with Polydactyl. As he grew and started schooling he realised he also had a stammer. This put him in a back foot as early as his nursery and Kindergarten years. He was made fun of. As he stuttered and spoke it affected his personal development and he started shying away from conversations. Slowly he became afraid of interacting with people in sch...