An ode to an Arboretum

I am surrounded by beauty of an excessive sort...of a pulchritude which refuses to register itself in my mind...this place should open a botany/ecology department, the whole campus would be an ideal class room...and the campus can also qualify as a literateur's muse...the stone walls, the bafflingly-beautifully confused architecture...I want to get lost here forever, to drift among the lone paths, to stumble upon unexpected flowers, to discover weeping butterflies and benign bees...to listen to the wild murmurs of the Night flies...IIMB, thanks for this chance...I will remember it forever....and also Professor V.M. for being so encouraging and literary!!

Browsing the personals!

This post was made on 11th Dec, 2009 in another blog . However, I think it deserves to be included here, if only for the sheer brilliance and utter zaniness of the item in question.
This is an ad sacredsprites spotted in the company of her mates. It appeared in the classifieds.

"Recently de-coupled young man who considers online dating too crass and soliciting the attention of strangers in bars too unpredictable attempts bourgeois solution to loneliness. Seedy nights of contradiction conducted with a scholarly tome and a can of Special Brew guaranteed. Shiftless scholar, 27, some rough edges, S. Yorks, awaits his Nora Barnacle."

If this is felt to be against the tenor of this blog, the post will be promptly removed.
What say you dryad ??

SLAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM!

Result of late night chats between madgirl and sacredsprites



O, my head feels so heavy
and my brain is so numb.
I cannot answer in class
and the teacher thinks I'm dumb.

O, I slept but only 10 hours last night,
and I ate but only twenny plates o'rice.
O, my brain craves for food and rest
and that my friends, is my lil' vice.

Sir, I know you are teaching well,
But the guy next to me is starting to smell!
The AC is sending shivers down my spine,
Menander, I feel, is way past his prime!!

O sir,I'm afraid you are wasting your time

For to Menander I don't give a dime.

An Overwhelming Desire

I always thought of myself as someone who could easily stay alone. I never thought that I'd find solitude depressing. That was till I was forced to spend an entire day in our apartment alone. My phone due to lack of battery had switched off and my charger was at my cousin's place. At that time I didn't have a computer. Therefore no internet. I had woken up late and so when I woke up my parents had already left for work. I woke up to an empty house. It was a saturday, a holiday. I hadn't made any plans with my friends and felt too lazy to leave the house. So I fixed myself breakfast. I read for a while. Books are the best friends when one is alone. However, these were chiefly friends I'd known for years and so knew all their stories and anecdotes. They held my interest for a while but by the time I started on lunch I was bored. By the time I had finished lunch and started on another book I felt an overwhelming desire to talk to someone. There was no one. I slept for sometime. I woke up depressed. It was four in the evening and I felt as if I had been in solitary confinement for eons. I would have become seriously depressed had I not decided then and there to go out for a walk. That was the first time in my life that I actually looked at the faces of the people on the streets. The peace and joy that I experienced at that moment is indescribable and probably unrepeatable.
  I just wanted to share this very special experience.

MMNN

When Gluttony and Sloth mingle, every single
Inch of the bed is covered with crumbs and snores...
But food isn't meant to breed indolent bores...
And then the stomach roars with eternal hunger,
But Sloth's too lazy to call the fish monger,
and Gluttony shakes his head in avarice and anger:
'So much for the fried fish I so craved,
Now cook me another dish, energy depraved
Sloth!'
The moral of this silly excuse for a poem?
Go into the kitchen and whip up some of our crazyrecipesthingamies!
What say you, SS? :p

I has me word!

A dash of salt
A little vinegar
A slice of tomato
A hint of sugar
Cool lemonade sloshes inside my soul
Let the flavours soak in and make me whole!
A word aside to our heavenly Mother
Patroness of food and protector of the liver
Let no mortal say, 'no more no more'
We might grow fat but out with such bores!
Who ever grew fat on cakes and meat loafs??
Eat well, make merry and exercise..loads!
This poem might not be a masterpiece
Well, dryad my mate, what do you make of this?!

Statement of Purpose

This one should be dedicated to our creatively bent culinary set of minds, what say, sacredsprites?