Chronicles of Nikhil Baliga

Baba Gyani Triviani said: " Auto-rickshaws and auto-drivers are unstable, the former because of three wheels, the latter because, well, that's the way they are... What? " " There is one, go and ask him ". " Do I have to? Alright alright, stop poking my ribs " I said. I looked at the auto-driver again. The uncouth man with a shabby shirt and unshaved face was sitting idly, looking at nothing in particular. He scratched his face with all five fingers of his hand, for he didn't have any more to spare. Then he stuck his little finger into his ear and drilled it for a few seconds, pulled it out and without much thought took it to his nose and sniffed at it. I made a face and turned to look at my wife. " What? Stop staring and ask him! " she said again. I began walking towards him, being deliberately slow, hoping against all hopes that he would suddenly start his vehicle and ride away. But no such thing happened and I eventually covered th

Baba Gyani Triviani said: " When people are pushed over the edge, expect the unexpected " This is my first attempt to write a Rondeau . It's titled ' Death to the queen ' --- He stood in the darkness like the shadow of the night, Not caring to be wrong, nor caring to be right, And then she arrived with some forty men, Sycophantic chicks around mother hen, He picked his gun, resolved to fight. For no peaceful way could befall his sight, And this was the way to rid this blight She walked unaware towards her den, Death to the queen! He remembered his son, playing with his kite, Beloved wife, with a future very bright, Burned them all, he remembered then, By greedy leaders, who had spoken zen, And had looted the country for the queen's delight Death to the queen! --- Epilogue: Corrupt politicians loot the country, a country where the investigating agency (CBI) is as independent as the ring finger is from the middle. A country where the

Swami Nikhilaananda said: " I was told that I sucked at math... I still couldn't understand what his problem was " " Well, hullo neighbour! What may I do for you? " asked my merry neighbour. He didn't look particularly smart, but he had a long list of degrees below his name-plate, the one etched in granite that was outside his home-office... - BA, BCom, BSc, LLB, and a couple of finance related degrees, I fail to remember those names. Who even does so many courses? " I was told you are good at palmistry. I also saw the board outside. I was just wondering if you could have a look at mine " I told him meekly. He was also good at numerology. This happened on the last day of my PU exams. " Why, sure. Come on in " He handed me two pieces of crude cylindrical translucent glassy objects. " Hold these crystal pieces in your hand. They will drive away the evil spirits, the negative energy from you so that I can read it clearly ".