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The Swine Flew :: © 2009 Sriparna Ghosh

The Swine Flew
Not many, but few
Had any clue
That in the city
It grew
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This is a case study of two Poojas. One fictional and one real. Pooja- is a very standard Indian name for a girl. And it means worship. The name doesn’t exactly point out the subject of worship for each Pooja, but to know more one needs to dig deeper.

It is hard to describe the thrill when the cheap tennis-ball hits the lovingly built but teetering tower of randomly collected stones or the “tenshunnnnn” after the precarious tower has been felled and you are left stranded while your other team-mates have splintered away like a grenade.
What am I talking about?

Certain animals look mean and act the same. (Maybe its got something to do with the setting of its teeth, at least in this case)

Got a call from my dad the other day. And the normal routinely conversation began. I updated him on new events or activities in the last 24 hours, as we have had the same discussion the previous day! Parents! They just cant refrain from calling you up in the expectation that maybe some magical turn [...]

How many times have you wished that you had a double, who would be at work chasing a deadline while you were partying, a double who could stand-in for you pretending you were putting in overtime hours to your girlfriend, when in fact you were out chasing a newer-prettier thing?