eggs of our forefathers

 They dredged up a bunch of dino eggs in Chennai or somewhere around there. Technically dinosaurs would not count as our forefathers, not unless you are Iggy Pop or something. However, we all have evolved from apes and I am given to believe that apes evolved from these ginormous lizards, and if you couple this bit with the other bits from Zen Buddhism that denounces universal duality- we are were all dinosaurs once (and probably still are). My evidence to support this theory is fairly crummy and quite insufficient at the moment but once I have it examined by the University of Brunel, I will expound on it further.

In the meantime, we are inching towards Judgement Day.

 Last week, the Glass Eyed Bendy One bought a Scottish island and The Runaway bride renamed Phinnaeus, Ganesh – as though that child won’t suffer enough on the account of his original name. And now this. I am telling you, brothers and sisters, the Day of Reckoning is here and no, I haven’t been secretly tuning in to the Pat Robertson channel on Youtube. This is me - just me - and my very personal doomsday predictions. It will be Apocalypse. Soon. Tank up on your gin and lime till then because when the 3 headed, gargantuan Hydra emerges from the Red Sea to make a chew toy out of your kith and kin, you’d need all the alcohol in the world!

Ok, so that is slightly dramatic. Maybe the Hydra will only have 2 heads.

Back to the eggs bit.  I don’t much care about the hype and frenzy generated by this finding. So they found some eggs buried by the bank of a river. Go further up north and you will probably find some rivers buried by a bank of eggs. None of it makes any sense, of course. It’s like reading Hunter Thompson while watching a Judd Apatow movie and chewing hash. It’s positively ludicrous.

 I am given to understand what really got all these science magnets glued to the spot is the fact that these eggs are about 65 million years old. Unbelievable.That’s roughly the collective age of all the members of CPI(M) and BJP. Nobody has been writing front page articles about discovering eggs that belonged to those neolith monsters.
…that’s a disturbing train of thoughts.
Anywhoo, this unearthing has, unfortunately, inspired some kind of academic bacchanalia amidst a few of my friends; mostly those who are closet fossil lovers or are generally inclined towards anthropology/paleontology and as a direct result of that, my mailbox is sinking in a barrage of “They found EGGS!” mails. I am woman of some maturity and I find this egg-talk rather poor in taste and there should be some law about sending disdainful text messages at 4 am with the single line – “Eggs in Madras”. The context is pretty blurry, you will have to admit.

Aside from this oosphoric mania, I have been well and by that I mean away from work and reading Cicero in my spare time. Nothing good ever came out of reading Cicero, I’ll admit but sometimes we must do things without haggling about good and evil outcomes. Also, while reading Candide (“again”) – its fashionable to admit you read it before and are just “re-reading” it now- I frequently lost track of whether it was Voltaire or de Sade who penned it. The flogging quotient is fairly high even by Mitchell Brothers movie standards.
And now, I have finally come to the end of this completely aimless post and nothing constructive has made it’s presence felt on this page, yet.
We are all in good hands.
Shalom.