Alliteration: Amusing Expressions


But the thought I thought wasn’t the thought I thought I thought.
If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought,
I wouldn’t have thought so much.

As the dialogue from Amitabh Bachchan’s movie, Namak Halaal, goes: “I can talk English, I can walk English, I can laugh English, I can run English because English is such a funny language.” Here funny actually is “PHUNNY” which makes the dialogue really FUNNY.  And that stands true. English can be a “Phunny” language with all those literary devices that are used to add an appeal in the text by the writers. Alliteration is one such device.
Alliteration is a literary device in which words with same first consonants are stringed together in a sentence. Alliteration is used in poems and other literary works to capture the attention of the readers or the specified audience. And attention it gets. Alliteration is fun. So let’s Alliterate.
Here are a few examples of alliteration. Mind you, every example is grammatically correct and meaningful and yet an example of alliteration.
Absolutely.  Assembling an appropriate answer appears achievable, assuming an articulate author appropriately adept at alliteration.
Behold, by being brave, but besides boldness by brainstorming before beginning, broadcasting brief blurbs becomes bizarre but basic babbling.


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Continuing, casual crowd commenters can concur, collectively checking current compositional constraints controlling character choice, concerning certain crackpot creative chores, chiefly claiming common cunning’s compelled conclusion, comprising conjectured chore conquerable (circumstantially) carrying clear caveats cautioning care, considering calling colossal commitments complete cinch could convey controversial cool confidence.
Don’t dare doubt David’s diligence doing deeds demanding deft, devious design, dear discussion denizen, deeming dogged determination doesn’t darken David’s door; during diction’s driest drudgery, despite delightful daydreams delaying development, destiny’s death-defying daredevil detail deviser dodges despair, denying defeat, displaying devotion demonstrating dreary deliberation doubles daft drama’s devastating dynamic disposition, dovetailing directly.
English enthusiasts eagerly envision enhanced emotional elevation, exceeding even existing examples’ elicited elation, encountering each ensuing eccentric exercise, ergo everyone’s esteemed enlisted essayist (enchanted!) ensures each exquisite excerpt exhibits explosive expressive efficacy evincing either excruciating editing effort, extreme endurance, engineering excellence, etc., else elemental extemporaneous effervescence, entertaining enough except — explaining earnestly — entailing eventual emergency; essentially, endorsing ever-escalating elaborate experimentation encourages extravagant excesses, especially emphasizing expectations encompassing elusive execution extending established events — exclusively employing equal everyday emblems (E’s, e.g.) embodying each emblem ensemble’s earlier end (elsewhere enunciated easily) — evaluating endowing entirely equivalent eloquence eternally, envisaging electronic education’s emerging endeavor enjoying eight, eleven, even eighteen entries, exploits experts empirically estimate expending extra-Einstein egghead energy engendering environmentally evil, Earth-exposing exhaled exhaust emissions.


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Five funny features feel fairly finished for forum fodder, foolish followers falsely fancy, for failing further focus fueling full foresight, fellow fiction fanciers frankly forget fundamental facts framing fruits from frenzied freelancing, for first fragments flowing from frantic freshman fingers frequently fall flat, forming forced, flawed fakeries feigning fluency, faded facsimiles fractionally fitting for fatuous Facebook flapdoodle, familiar formulaic fragments famously fouling friends’ feeds; fine, for furthermore, fascinatingly, first forays facing far-flung fringe frontiers, finding faith’s fortitude ferociously fighting formidable foes — fear, frustration, flaky functioning, foot fungus — forge foundations for future feats, figurative furniture for fortune’s foyer, faintly favoring fantastic fairytale fate, fervently foremost finally finishing forever.
Good grief, getting gobsmacked glimpsing great glory gushing goofy gibberish generates growing gaiety, gladdening geekery’s gracious groupie (greetings), generally greasing God’s genetically ghostwritten gearbox governing giddiness gainsaying glumness: graphically, guts, glands — generously, gantries guiding glowing glee grains granting genuine giggles, graceful gadgets guarding geniality’s green garden gate; gobbledygook, gentle guy/girl gathering: grin given glimmering gold; gasp gratuitously guzzling glittery glamor (greedily, gilded gramophones gurgling garbled Gangnam getting groovy gyrating go-go gals gamely gesturing galloping); groan giant, guttural groans given glaringly glib games, gross grammatical goulash, gloppy gumbo grouping gimmicks galore: gawk ish gymnasts gliding gallantly, gingerly grasping gigantic grotesque gorillas; guileless genius guaranteeing gullible gala-goers grimy garbage garnering ghastly grapevine gossip (galling grieving geriatrics gripping geraniums gentrifying grandpa’s grave); ghoulish gory galleries giving grimacing guests grisly gas, grunting gruffly: go gag gobbling grass, goddamn gibbon, get gone guilty gent, git!


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Huge hits have historically harbored hidden hazards, hysterical hordes hardly heeding how habitually heaping honors hyping his Holiness, Harry Harangue-Hatcher, hollering, “Hip hip, hooray!  Hail Hypertext Highway’s happening hack!” heavily heightens his hedonism, hubris, head hugeness — harsh harbingers hurling humanity’s hardiest hero hellward, hereafter helming his hapless human husk haunting Hades’s hallmark hot haze, heckling Halloween’s hideous headless horseman (hefting his hollow head), harassing Hitler’s hired Holocaust henchmen, hassling ham-handed helicopter handlers — hopefully, hypothetically, having hardcore horizontal hugs holding his horny, high-heeled hourglass honey (he handily helped hang her hemp Hawaiian hammock), heartland’s “happy” housewife humbling hotel heiress Hilton, heinously having hated her husband’s horsey hee-haw “hello,” his hundred horrible hay howls hammering her homicidal; however, have heart, huddled hint hobbyists, hearkening how hallowed hieroglyphs hurtling hence harmonize hypnotically, heaven’s harps highlighting how hyperactive hippocampus hockey heaves hilarious harvested hash — healthy herbs healing hungry humor hankerings.
It is intriguing, if I innocently introspect, inquiring into industriousness, imagining isolating its ingredients, i.e. internal impetuses instrumental in inspiring indefinite intransigence in inking inane, ignoble illustrations (illuminating immoderate idiom’s indomitable impetuosity, its irrepressible impishness, in infinite iterations), intently ignoring indolent inclinations inducing interest in idly inspecting Internet idiocy instead — insouciantly ingesting incessant immature innuendos insulting impromptu interactive images, inevitably imbibing insipid informational items interpreting important issues incorrectly; if indeed impressive inner influences in here in intrepidly indulging improbable initiatives, I informally identify: idiosyncratic innate impulses involving inflexible ideals; incurable insomnia; iron intestinal integrity; insufficiently inebriated introversion; indubitably, intellectual imperative imitating insecure icicles in impaling indifferent inactivity.
Jumping Jehoshaphat, J’s jaunty jangle jovially jolts jaded jargon junkies, justifying judicious juggling joining jocose journal jottings; judging Job’s Judaic journey jejune, jamming jousts (jointly, jabs) jeopardizing joyful June/July junctures — just jubilate, juvenile jacking jumbo Jamba Juice jugs joking jumbled jingles jollify jail’s jeering junior janitors.
Knucklehead knaves karate-kicking King Kong’s kidneys kneel, kindred kibitzers, keenly knowing kempt knights knead keyboards, knitting kooky keynotes — kerosene kinetically kindling kinky kittens’ kisses, kiddingly kidnapping Kim Kardashian’s kingdom keys, knotting klutzy Kanye’s knickers; knappish killjoys, kowtow: kryptonite k-key knacks keep knowledge-knockers knackered.
Look lively, listless language lovers, learning lame lulls lack lasting legitimacy lessening lofty literature’s lumbering, lurching locomotion; leaving Local Lunatic Linguist listing letters, let’s lazily luxuriate, losing life’s latest little lingering laments like landlords limit lawless louts’ leases, least-leniently letting long-lost loathsome lecturers lambaste liberated leaders, lucidly laughing:  Listen — lending lighthearted levity lubricates lavish labor, launching latent legato lyrics like larynx-lodged lasagna; likewise, licking lollipops; looping leashes loosely; lustily locking lips; lemon-lime lozenges; large-lidded lunch liquids; lastly, low light levels limning luscious landscapes.

I’ll add more alphabets to the list later. Enough for now. Phew!


Even as wisdom often comes from the mouths of babes, so does it often come from the mouths of old people.

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“Even as wisdom often comes from the mouths of babes, so does it often come from the mouths of old people. The golden rule is to test everything in the light of reason and experience, no matter from where it comes.”
~ Mahatma Gandhi

They say,“Experience is a hard teacher, it gives tests first and lessons afterwards .” Doesn’t it ring a bell somewhere in the back of our minds! Is it not to avoid those harsh and ruthless experiences of life that we go out to seek wisdom from other people! Don’t we do that with an intention of keeping struggles at bay!

As I go through this quote by Mahatma Gandhi I think of all the situations when I have either ran to other people for their suggestions or when people have come to me so as to ward off some of their wisdom on me.

People always try to advise their younger whether being asked for it or not as they think of it as their responsibility. They do that with a noble intention of preventing them from making mistakes. But by preventing them from making mistakes, are they not also preventing them from learning far more important and greater lessons and experiences of life and thus in turn, halting their personal growth!
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At college, I used to had a Botany Professor, who always used to say, “A child is never wrong”. It is only today that I have understood what he really meant by that. I have come to realize the meaning of this one simple sentence. What he means by that sentence is not simply that a child cannot be wrong, instead, he implies that if a child out of his innocence makes a mistake then that child has the strength and capability to learn from that mistake and move ahead. He through this sentence is simply trying to encourage us to take our own decisions no matter correct or incorrect. He wants us to know that it is okay to make mistakes, learn from them far greater and worthy lessons of life and move ahead.
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It doesn’t imply that people shouldn’t seek wisdom from others instead suggestions and inputs should be welcomed and should be pondered upon but shouldn’t be depended upon. Instead everything should be tested in the light of reason and experience, no matter from where it comes.
So next time, do not be scared of a fall if it comes your way. Lessons learnt the harder way are way more important and are never forgotten. What we all need are not only someone’s wisdom but that insightful mind that is not afraid of taking chances.

I Deserve Better: That’s A Lie

Most of us console ourselves in bad times with this sentence and these three words even seem helpful if only for a while. Sadly, most of the times the reality turns out to be different from what we try to picture. It’s not always that you deserved better.
The statement itself seems more like a complaint. It’s like, people switch to “Rant Mode” after their failures and blame the world, god, friends, and relatives: from anyone to everyone except for their own selves. To excuse their own selves from the blame with the help of this simple sentence. Each one of us does get this feeling, every now and then (I get this feeling after every set back).
I deserve a better life. I deserve a better job. I deserve a better house etc. etc. etc.
But how many of us actually think that may be, we need to better ourselves before we think of deserving better than what we have.
Nature laid out a simple rule which is way older than Newton’s laws of motion. I call it “Nature’s Law of Proportionality”. According to this rule, our success rate is directly proportional to our endeavors. So whatever we achieve in our lives is very well deserved and depends on the efforts put into the task.

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The feeling of deserving better should be there to motivate an individual. In fact, it’s even necessary to fuel the desires and dreams of an individual. But most of the times, people take the other way round. It is used as an excuse to blame the circumstances, destiny, god and thus ultimately justifying a person’s incompetency.
In moments of absolute despair before going out and lashing out at others, do take a step back and analyze your situation and ask yourself “Do I really deserve better?” If YES is the answer, work harder to reach that “Better” state and if NO seems to be the call, well then, push yourself further to get into that “Deserving” list. And always keep in mind this plain truth: “Karma has no menu. You get served what you deserve.”

Mahabharata: The Maha Epic


Mahabharata: The Maha Epic

Author’s note- The inspiration to come up with this version of one of the greatest epic of the history comes from too many lazy and ignorant souls around me who have been too caught up in reading Harry Potter series that they completely ignored our very own, patented magical characters. Since this is going to be my take, so any guru gyan and preaching should not be expected from this article. It’s going to be short (I’ll try to keep it short) and simple as opposed to the original version which is very long (almost 100,000 lines long) and complicated because of the Sanskrit shlokas and phrases.

The narrator and the scribe:

Ved Vyasa, the compiler of the Vedas is to be credited with the story of Mahabharata. Vyasa begged Lord Ganesha to be his amanuensis. Lord Ganesha agreed on a condition that Vyasa must narrate the entire story without pause. (I think this is where the concept of breathless singing originated). Vyasa agreed to that and began to sing and Ganesha started writing.

And so it Begins

Son of king Shantanu and Goddess Ganga, the holy river, Shantanu is the prince of Hastinapur. The prince is knighted as Bhishma after he gives up sex and inheritance so that his father can marry an ambitious fisher woman, Satyavati.
Fisher woman Satyavati’s sons die childless. Poet Vyasa (the narrator), is called to impregnate the two widows who beget two sons, the elder of the two, Dhritrashtra, being born blind and the younger one named Pandu.

Pandu gets the crown, two wives and curse of death if he touches a woman. Effectively childless, he withdraws to forest.

Blind, elder Dhritrashtra becomes regent and clings to the throne. He gets a wife Gandhari, who blindfolds herself so as to prove her affection towards her blind husband.
Pandu’s first wife Kunti chants mantras and gets 3 sons from 3 gods. Same mantras gets second wife Madri twin sons.

Gandhari, on the other hand, gets 100 sons using some technically advanced skills, which modern biologists refer to as “Cloning technique”. Think of all the family planning measures undertaken by the government now-a-days!

Kauravs are raised in palace while Pandavs are raised in forest. Pandu dies soon after and Madri burns herself on Pandu’s pyre thus leaving the Pandavs in Kunti’s tutelage.
Orphaned Pandavs return to palace with Kunti and are raised alongside resentful Kauravs. Bhishma appoints Drona as joint tutor.
As tuition fee for martial training, Drona demands half of Panchala kingdom to settle an old score with Drupada, king of Panchala. Pandavs make it happen. Elated (read jealous) with their performance, their beloved blind uncle, Dhritrashtra gifts Pandavs a lac palace. Kauravs set it aflame. Pandavs somehow, manage to escape bid on life and hide in forest.

Pandavs’ Exile Season 1:

In forest, mighty Pandav Bheem kills demonic Baka and Hidimba and marries their sister “Hidimbi” who begets a son “Ghatotkacha”.

Panchala king, Drupad hopes to avenge division of his kingdom through daughter Draupadi and sons Shikhandi and Drishtadyumna. He thus, as a part of plan, arranges a Swayamvar ceremony for his fire-born daughter Draupadi.
Talented, charitable Karna is disqualified from archery contest, held as a part of the Swayamvar at Panchal as he is a charioteer’s son, unworthy of princess.
Archer Arjun disguised as priest wins the contest, wins Draupadi and shares her with brothers on mother’s orders.
With Krishna as friend and Drupad as father-in-law, Pandavs return to Hastinapur and claim their father’s inheritance.
Kingdom divided and Pandavs get the forest of Khandava, and both the parties rule separately from their respective capitals, Hastinapur and Indraprastha.
Arjun, exiled for intruding Draupadi’s privacy, travels, meets and marries Uloopi, Chitrangada and Krishna’s sister, Subhadra. Meanwhile, guided by Krishna, Bheem kills mighty Jarasandh in duel. Impressed, all kings attend Yudhishtir’s coronation.

Mahabharata: Draupadi’s disrobing and the Exile Season 2

Jealous of Pandavs’ progress, Duryodhan on uncle Shakuni’s advice invites Pandavs to gamble. Yudhishtir loses kingdom, himself, brothers and common wife Draupadi. Jubilant Kaurav Dushasan, tries to disrobe Draupadi to humiliate Pandavs but she is rescued by Krishna’s grace. Yes miracles do happen!
Infuriated Draupadi vows to tie her hair after washing it in Dushasan’s blood. In shame for allowing such a thing to happen to a woman’s honor, (Thank heavens at least now someone dared to stand up) the elders of the court cancel the entire game and return everything to the Pandavs, only to have Yudhishthir lose it all over again.This lays the foundation of the Maha war, Mahabharata.
Pandavs are then exiled in forest for 13 years. Final year as servants: humiliation as well as lesson in humility.

Maha War: Mahabharata

Exile over. Kauravs refuse to return Pandav’s land. Peace efforts fail. War declared. Armies meet at Kurukshetra. Before war, Arjun loses confidence. Krishna gives him perspective (Bhagvad Gita) and then 18 day long war starts.
Bhishma lowers bow before transsexual Shikhandi; pinned to ground by Arjun’s arrows.
Drona is next commander and gets Abhimanyu and Ghatotkacha killed by unfair means, of course only on Duryodhan and Shakuni’s insistence.False rumors that his son (or elephant) Ashwatthama is dead makes Drona lowers his bow thus giving an opportunity to Drishtadyumna of beheading him.
Then comes Karna into the scene. Leads Kauravs despite knowing he is Kunti’s eldest abandoned son. On Krishna’s advice, Arjun kills unarmed Karna. Yeah everything is fair in war. God, himself followed this plain rule.
Bheem kills all Kauravs; drinks Dushasan’s blood (definitely Hidimbi’s effect on him); washes and ties Draupadi’s hair; unlawfully strikes Duryodhan fatally on thigh (on Krishna’s persuasion; cheating again).
Pandavs celebrate victory.

Aftermath of the Maha War Mahabharata

Ashwatthama sets aflame battle camp at night and kills Draupadi’s 5 sons and 2 brothers as they sleep.
Yudhishthir crowned king. Only surviving heir alive is Abhimanyu’s unborn son, Parikshit.
Krishna’s soul dissolved back into the Supreme God Vishnu. When the Pandavs learns of this and Yudhishthir renounces kingdom. They travel to mountains. All fall to their deaths except Yudhishthir who is granted access to paradise.
Yudhishthir finds Kauravs in paradise. He is furious until he realizes as long as he clings to rage, heaven can never be his.

Moral of the story:
1. Things are not always black and white. Everything here is gray.
2. Do what needs to be done and do not cling too much to principles and morals as did Bhishma. It only leads you to the bed of arrows.
3. Good and evil coexist in the same person. Karna is the finest example.