Sunday, December 31, 2017

924. The year 2017 is just like this underwear

Nine years ago, a reader of this blog, lost his underwear on this blog. I immediately wrote a warning post to my readers not to be careless while reading my blog. 

Today on the last day of 2017, someone again lost their underwear on my blog. It looks as though the underwear has been used by its owner for more than a decade.

Except for the elastic band that reveals that the owner loves the brand " Crocodile", the remaining part of the underwear looks as if it had gone through some severe torture.

Maybe, this is a new fashion like the torn jean trousers that many youngsters wear these days. Hence I should not be making fun of this underwear's current form. 

I request my readers to tag the owner of this underwear in the comments section to make sure that it reaches its rightful owner just in time so that he can enjoy the new year with his underwear.

I wish all my readers a happy and prosperous new year. Don't forget to tag the owner of the underwear in the comments section

Click this [link] to read about the lost and found post that I wrote nine years ago


Thursday, December 21, 2017

923. Greatest Bakery Plum cake

This place used to be the pride of Nagercoil. Greatest Bakery is the name of the place and you get the best plum cakes in the southern part of the country in this bakery. I have tasted plum cakes from this bakery for the last  4 decades and believe me when I tell this - I long for December to just have a bite of the plum cake.

Nowadays the old taste is not there. Still, the bakery is known for its plum cakes. In the year 2006, my friend Martina came home to celebrate Christmas with us. 

When I started talking about Greatest bakery, she told that she was an expert in making plum cakes. That year, I decided to try the cakes she baked. 

So she went into the kitchen and started baking plum cakes. Everything was going well. But when she took a bottle of rum from her suitcase and frisked it into the kitchen, I followed her into the kitchen and confronted her. 

She convinced me saying that the rum she was gonna add to the cake is her secret ingredient. Since she spoke like an expert, I left the kitchen with hopes of tasting the best plum cake I had ever tasted.  

That evening, when she brought a tray full of plum cakes, my mouth watered and I readily grabbed a couple of cake slices and before my parents could even take a piece, I ate them. 

The cake tasted like idli dipped in honey and tomato sauce. Within a few minutes, I was dizzy and my eyes automatically shut.

When I opened my eyes, it was the next day afternoon. Apparently, the cake intoxicated me and I was sloshed for more than a day. Martina was nowhere to be seen. 
"Party escape"
This year, when my wife told me that she was gonna bake plum cakes, I told her that I was not taking any risks. I am going to have my plum cake fro Greatest Bakery.

In the meantime, Martina has started a cookery blog and also has an FB page. I am not sure how many people she is gonna intoxicate this year.

- Chronicwriter

Note: I am not gonna reveal Martina's original name as she has invited me to her home for dinner. I don't want her to poison me yet again.

Thursday, December 14, 2017

922. Will she survive?

Before she could embrace life to the fullest & drink her favourite wine, she must have her heart broken into pieces, trampled on & crushed into bits.

She must have her emotions exposed & spat upon & have her soul illuminated in a naked posture of embarrassment & scoffed at by someone that she had held very dear.

Then, if she finds out that it did not destroy her, she has found out that her heart can function on as a muscle that pumps blood without the faintest trace of emotion.

When blame & shame,  abuse & exhortation, accusation & punishment,  haunting memories & cruel blows of life, gain and pain have failed to wreck her, then she has started to live life in her own terms.


Wednesday, December 13, 2017

921. An ode to the Bohemian in me

Beneath your clothes is your naked body
Beneath your skin is your naked mind
Beneath your thoughts is your naked soul

Undress your body
Undress your mind
Undress your soul

Don't conform to the rules
Don't think what others will think
Be yourself without the mask
Sail free and trod along with the light within
May that light show the path to someone in darkness

Beneath your clothes is your naked body
If you embrace that nakedness you will find the meaning of life.

- Chronicwriter