What is mondegreen?

Mondegreen — /m?n’d?-gr?n’/ n. A series of words that result from the mis­hearing or mis­in­ter­pret­a­tion of a state­ment. I have shifted through many blogs in the past, gaining an equally huge number of readers each time. This made me realize that what I post here is far more im­portant in reaching a large audi­ence than any ad­vert­ising gim­mick. Mondegreen […]

Extracts from the cynic’s wordbook — Part II — the letter M

~This post is ded­ic­ated to my own blog. For being there.~ In my last post I gave you ten of what I thought were the finest ‘Devil’s defin­i­tions’ of words in Bierce’s ‘The Devil’s Dictionary.’ Today, I shall out­line some more, this time from the letter M. This is ar­gu­ably the most en­ter­taining of all let­ters in our […]

Extracts from the cynic’s wordbook — Part I — the letter P

~This post is ded­ic­ated to my good friend, Raghul Selvam, for failing to dis­so­ciate in lofty hours. He is still alive today.~ While Ambroce ‘Bitter’ Bierce him­self rather fan­cied the name ‘The Devil’s Dictionary’ to ‘The Cynic’s Wordbook,’ I think the latter is equally good and thus de­cided to title this post as you now see […]

Hollywood, tailor-made!

It pleases one to no small limit to see all (or at least most) of his fa­vourite actors, director(s) and screenplaywright(s) working on a common pro­ject and coming out with what can only be a mas­ter­piece of a film. This coming year looks like its my turn. Among my fa­vourite actors are (in no par­tic­ular order) Al Pacino[The Godfather […]

Shutter: hazy

(What appears to be) a very serious treatise on the criminal

The crim­inal of yes­terday is very dif­ferent from the crim­inal of today. He walked free like the in­no­cent of today while the crim­inal of today found him­self freely strolling through his prison cell like the in­no­cent man of yes­terday. While the po­lice are promptly im­pris­oning more men to con­vince the public that they are working, […]

Because death never strikes twice—a short story

The first time that I heard the mel­li­fluous notes of the vi­olin waft through the air, I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Nobody was sup­posed to be around. The real es­tate man told me the place was un­in­hab­ited at least up to a ra­dius of a couple of miles. And vi­olin notes do not travel that far. I […]

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