The otherday,I saw the movie "Tomahawk" aired on one of the movie channels on the television.Getting curious on why this movie was named so,I picked up every thesaurus and dictionary I could to search for this word.
Voila! Found so many descriptions for this word...
1) a type of axe made and used by Native Americans (So I know the reason now.. the movie is about making peace between indians and whites during the Great Sioux uprising)
To suprise you more the same word has so many meanings and usages....Check them out
1) an alternative metal band fronted by Mike Patton
2) a Chinese death metal band from Beijing, active since 1993
3) a geometric shape that can be used to trisect angles
4) a city in the USA
5) a one-handed slam dunk, where the ball is brought over the head before being stuffed into the basket, in a chopping motion (Basketball)
6) a turning maneuver used in skating
7) a helicopter in G.I. Joe toys
8) a DC Comics character

wow isnt that interesting.....

Now what do you call a word with several meanings ??? (think...) poly .. synonymous... yup got it heteronym!! (No you lose,heteronym refers to a word that is spelled identically but has different meanings when pronounced differently.) Then whats that word buddy??? HOMOGRAPH !! Perfect!!
Sometimes words just get so cool....like TOMAHAWK.. keep chewing this word!!

My Son turned One!

Amidst all the work at office, and chores at home, and times for friends, and love at family a year rolled by since our son was born. Ever since his birth I have noticed a drastic change in my attitude and mindset! Yup, d-r-a-s-t-i-c thats the right word to use here. Every time am angry, when I see his face, with a naughty grin... I lose myself completely. Things that really used to bother me, worries or responsibilities seem nothing before spending a minute with the little bundle of joy. I have witnessed many moments in my life when I felt proud of myself, patted myself (dont ask me how I can do that) and said "good job". There have been moments when friends and parents said "am proud of you". But then the best moment all life, I would say is when I felt the tiny fingers of my son with mine. The first look he gave me and those lovely tears on my eyes.. Though this sounds cinematic, tell me is'nt the filmdom but a reflection of life... Yesterday when we cut the birthday cake(yup, my son and I together) my dad and husband were busy clicking snaps of us, I tried to feed my son with a bit of cake and to everyone's surprise, this little fella picked a bit of icing on the cake and fed me with it... A thousand words went unspoken at that moment... A Momentous moment... Why did it happen to me God.. Thanks again...

A Brave and Startling Truth .. Anonymous..

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth.

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass

To lie in identical plots in foreign soil
When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets
Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi, who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people, on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouthsC
ome songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That, in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness,
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it


How many times have we wondered why this song got stuck on my head from morning or why am I humming this all day.. While brushing through The Hindu today caught this cute article on Earworms. The phenomenon of "cant get this song out of mind" is defined as an earworm. The word etymology is from the German "Ohrwurm", a term for a song stuck in one's head, particularly an annoying one!!
Popular Example of an earworm :
In the film Shrek, there is a parody of the song "it's a small world" by the Sherman Brothers.
So what do we do when we get affected by one... To try and dislodge the song, two-thirds of the time people will try humming a different song; 14% of the time, they try humming the song to its end ,the internet says!! I can hear you say,that you have similar experiences too.. Boy, am I glad to hear there are so many other people like myself, however. And why is it that some days my mind is completely calm and not bothered by intrusive melodies, and other days, just the opposite? Actually I am not bothered by the earworms. I find the phenomenon interesting!!

To get started..

Long time ... this word "Blog" has been lingering on my mind. Some people have asked me whether I write blogs,they claim my mails and creations to be inline with today's blogs. So why not..But How to name it? Started contemplating on WHY... Good way to start an analysis, do a case study, plan anything... So sprung out WHY ME? Hope my dear pals would agree to this not so nice- not so boring name... So look forward for some stuff that arises from my cerebrum to adorn this little corner of mine .. Good Blogging to me... But why me??? ;-)