Deep Adhya, PhD

My friend sent me an SMS which goes somewhat like this: Ek Cheeta Cigarette ka sutta lagane hi wala tha ki achanak ek chuha wahan aya aur bola, “Mere bhai chor do nasha, ao mere sath bhaago, dekho ye jungle kitna khubsurat hai, ao mere sath duniya dekho.” Cheeta ne ek lamha socha phir choohe ke sath dorne laga. Aage ek hathi cocaine pi raha tha, chooha phir bola, “Hathi mere bhai chor do nasha, ao mere sath bhago, dekho ye jungle kitna khubsurat hai, ao mere sath duniya dekho.” Hathi bhi sath dorne laga. Agey sher whiskey pine ki tyari kar raha tha, choohe ne usey bhi wohi kaha. Sher ne glass side per rakha aur choohe ko 5-6 thappar mare. Hathi bola, “Arre ye to tumhe zindagi ki taraf le ja raha hai, kyun mar rahe ho is bechare ko?” Sher bole, “Is kamine ne pichli baar bhi afeen kha kar mujhe 3 ghante jungle me aise hi ghumaya tha…” A little mouse suffering from a terrible bout of oppression, and now in an aggravated and disappointed state has the perfect makings of a terrorist. He goe...

First, I must mention that I am not writing a scientific discourse. This piece has no relation with the noted book ‘The Phantoms of The Brain’. This piece is about a dream that someone had one night while he was trying to get some sleep after a long day’s work. The place that this person stayed in is a far off land which is inhabited by very few, and can be accessed by fewer who yearn so much to. But I must give you readers an introduction of the place and the person. Some of you are co-inhabitants of this strange person in this strange land, and some of you probably know this strange person somehow and are reading this to get an idea of his madness. Some of you know that this place is situated in the middle of a mountainous forest and some of you don’t, who want to know about this mountainous forest. Some of you are aware of the fact that other than a few human beings who risk their whole lives in this place, a lot many spiders, scorpions and snakes also reside here, and in harmony wi...

A 2×2×4 feet tin box with a thunderous rotor and a fountain pump is what I am talking about here. If you try a little, you will no doubt concur with me that it is the ‘Desert Cooler’ that I talk about, which has been recently installed in my room. So what’s so great about this ‘Desert Cooler’? For one, it helps cool down the room a bit (so it seems sometimes). It works on the precipice of absorption of latent heat of evaporation of water (or for that matter any other substances yet untested inside the eight corners of the gurgling gargoyle, such as dry ice and liquid nitrogen). I leave the observations and results of the above experiments to your reliable responsibility. I will recount a short series of anecdotes I have had to go through for this ephemeral (nightmarish and frugal in the long run) elephant. It was a hot and dry day on which six people ventured out to get themselves something to cool their underarms. After three hours of grueling window-shopping and bargaining, the six p...