A day in the life of LIFE

On my last visit to Kolkata four years ago, I had the opportunity of visiting Dakshineshwar, the temple for Goddess Kali, built Shri Ramakishna Paramahamsa when he was meditating on the banks of the Hoogly. The Courtesy of my visit: Debashis Dam, my college chum.

Yesterday, I had the good fortune of paying a visit to Kali Bari, ( translated: the home of Goddess Kali) at Umapathy street, Mambalam in Chennai.

I believe I have explored Chennai more than what I have done in my home town Bangalore.

I was accompanying Sandeep Mukherjee, a colleague of mine who is a regular visitor to the temple.

The architecture closely resembled that of the original temple at Kolkata.

I was welcomed by people exchangnig pleasantaries in Bengali, much of which I could not comprehend.

The environs are really well maintained and the cool breeze at dusk made my heart go lighter.The idol of the goddess was awe-inspiring.

The Pundit was away for sometime and Sandeep took that time in explaining the story behind the form of Goddess Kali.

" When the population of demons started to rise exponentially, Goddess Parvathi took the form of Kali Ma in order to slay the danavas and rid the earth of their wrath. She used to kill 108 demons everyday and return to Her abode only to continue with the activity day after day relentlessly. In order to restore the balance between good and evil the devatas requested Her to stop the task but Kali Ma refused. The only person whose words she would heed to, were that of Her husband,Shivji. So, that night after Ma returned to her dwelling place, Shiv ji came and lay just outside the threshold of that place. Next morning when Ma was about to set out on Her mission, She inadverently stepped on Shiv ji not knowing that He was there. At this instant, She bit her tongue owing to the mistake that She had just committed, and immediately took the Shanti roop. This roop of Devi Ma is worshipped in temples."

Meanwhile the priest returned and we had the opportunity to witness the evening Aarti. The gongs and the bells reverberated in the background while the light of the lamps glorified the Goddess further.The customary prasad was distributed which was followed by the pradakshinas around the sanctum sanctorum.

The confluence of the calmness of the mind and the oneness of God's supremity was evident.

I then left for office post that, as I had to attend a client call at 9 p.m.

I thanked Sandeep Dada for the unexpected yet mentally satisfying darshan.

The visit was remiscent of the one to Chamundi Hills near Mysore, which I had visited a child.


As they say in the scriptures,

Tena Vinaa Trinamapi Na Chalate|

Without (His)God's will, not even a blade of grass moves.

Jai Maata Di.

If you ever thought lavish spending meant dining at a star hotel each night with the choicest of drinks and exotic dishes, think again. You may not be guilty enough, after all.

Well, this of course is in comparison with the “basic” security arrangements for the US Head of State, whom Fidel Castro dismissed as “foolish”.

For starters, when Indian Netas travel in a convoy of envious cars of similar type (all but one being decoys ), Bushy (I like the name since it resembles Mushy alias friendly neighborhood Musharraf whom I shall draw into the scene later),
Is supposedly flying down in one of the three Air Force Ones, two out of which are decoys

The entire Maurya Sheraton has been booked by Bushy’s entourage.

My colleague Sibil has chipped in with the following facts about “skin tight security” for Bushy:

The hotel has already been turned into a fortress with the president's entourage booking all the 600 rooms there.

A huge contingent of sniffer dogs, firemen, security officials and bomb squad personnel are at work to make sure that security is foolproof. [ I like it ‘fool’ proof – perfect for Dubyaman]

In 2000, the former US president Bill Clinton stayed on the 16th floor of this hotel. The same suite could be home to Bush also. [History repeats itself]

With 13 rooms at his disposal, the American president will not be cramped for space. [How much land does a man need? 6 feet by 4 feet after all. Source : Tolstoy]

Hotel authorities say the VVIP arrangements are being controlled directly by officials from Washington.

There are separate media enclosures for American reporters and for the Indian press. (can we, Indians know why?)

The area, where embassy representatives have set up base, has been cordoned off.

The hotel's restaurants including the world-famous Bukhara will be out of bound for anyone who's not part of the president's team.

All this does not come as a surpirise for those who are aware that Uncle Sam (the US) has one sixth of the world’s population and yet consumes six times the world’s resources than others.

Meanwhile there are demonstrations being planned in the cities where Bushy is going to be staying/visiting against the US policies in Iraq.
(apparently the Taj Mahal is not on his list since he has more important issues of National interest to discuss. Well, he expects us to buy that?)
In fact, today’s Hindu carried people placards saying “Bush go back” which were akin to those held by Bhagat Singh at the Lahore Railway Station against the Simon Commission.

The cause is common – Attrocities in a land by foreign powers who have no valid reason to interfere with the internal functioning of other nations.

It may also be noted that ‘Busy’ (sorry Bushy, both words are excact opposites) does not stay for more than three days in any country (WOW! The Americans would be pleased to listen to this, if only it were true with his native country as well).

I am told he only enjoys being in his ranch in his free time, doing God knows what.

Friendly Neighborhood Mushy in the mean time is known for his look-alikes who are sourced from the Kumbh Mela in India, each time it happens.

I’m sure amidst all this, Osama would be having the last laugh with regard to the “pro-active” measures to safeguard the person whom most Americans consider the “dumbest” man to have run for US Presidency…

And what does the UN have to say about all this? Just 5 words : “As you please, Mr. Bush”

The future is bright they once said,
Despite what the turn of things were,
The challenge lay in taming destiny,
And I so set out on the arduous journey.

I met wise men along the way
Don’t be fooled or swayed away,
So, they said on experiences I may have,
They are all for a reason with a test of time

Friends, Mentors, fellow travelers alike,
Advised and shared thoughts of mine,
The relationships that I made from time to time,
Kept me in stead with rich learning

I reached a milestone at halfway point.
Looked at the summit quite far away,
The treacherous path was yet to be taken,
Lest I be left only looking at my destination

A thought of frustration gripped me time and again
Leading to introspection with a fixed expectation
It was then I realized what relativity was all about,
It was in being flexible and redrawing the path forward

Enriching me along the way,
Were tributaries of life’s lessons?
And these were what made me realize,
That the best way forward was to flow with the river of life..

And as I continue with my quest for the unattained,
I look for signs to march ahead at crossroads,
Future is Bright; they still continue to say,
And when I look back at the events that have rolled by,
I would smile at the short but sweet journey called LIFE!!

-Ashu

Paritraanaaya Sadhunaam Vinaashaya cha Dushkritaam |
Dharma Samsthapanaathaya Sambhavaami Yuge Yuge ||

“For complete removal of troubles for the Sadhus,
For Destruction of evil forces,
For establishment of Dharma, I shall prevail for ever”

The re assuring words of Lord Krishna in the Bhagavad Gita inspired all mortals who were uncertain of the future of the world.

Perhaps taking a cue from the revered epic, a group of 5 IITians , yes, you heard that right, a group of 5 IIT ians have taken the onus upon themselves for cleansing the institution of politics in the world’s biggest democracy.

“Paritrana” is what they call themselves and their political party, which bears the torch and mace as the party symbol symbolizes revival and resurgence.

Welcome to the freshness of Young India.

Lead by Tanmay Raj Purohit, the National President of the party, these lads have given up the cozy comforts of Silicon Valley and plunged themselves into the arduous task.

Apparently they were illegally detained in custody by the police when they were part of a social service campaign in remote Rajasthan, and this prompted them to break the shackles and enter the scene of Indian Politics.

An interesting conversation the other day on CNN IBN about Paritrana brought out different perspectives.

Right from the issues of the ROI (Return on Investment)of IIT and IIM pass outs in the Indian context to the actual feasibility of the party in the hinterland of Laloo, Sonia and Advani were discussed.

A member of the faculty at one of the IIT s lauded the effort but asked the youngsters to shun the impression that hailing from an IIT would help them in garnering votes.

Very valid point, indeed.

But it’s time we put our hands together for these people for having dared to do what they have done.

Kudos.Just hope they are not sucked into the system that is already tainted so badly.

India is waiting and watching for the success of this experiment. Well, it’s Rang de Basanti season, after all...
More on Paritrana can be viewed at paritrana

I would like to introduce my grandmothers to the audience before I get into the experiences. With no particular ordering, I would like to begin with my paternal grandmother (just because she is elder to my maternal one).

Smt. Vimala Shrinivas Dikshit,Aged 82, is a self made woman, in more ways than one.

Born into the freedom fighter's family of Dr. Salem Shrinivasaiah and Smt Narmada in Salem (Tamil Nadu), she lost her mother at a very tender age.This prompted her father to sell all that he had and transition from the well off status to the course of charity and freedom struggle.

His home was frequently visited by the likes of Rajaji (Rajagopalachari) and Mahatma Gandhi himself when they were in Salem.

Smt Vimala Dikshit's lineage is also attributed to her grandfather, the great Shri Karachi Krishna Rao, (who was a Civil Engineer in the Sindh province during the pre-partition era and whose exploits as narrated by my grandmother would be blogged at a later date), who tops the list of famous Sankethis on the website owing to his grit and philanthrophy. read more about us at http://www.sankethi.com/

At the age of 14, she was married to Shri Shrinivas Dikshit ( Research Scientist (MSc Chemistry from IISc)at IISc Bangalore and then Cipla Mumbai).

Educated only till class 4, she has completed the Sahitya Rathna in Hindi and now coaches the children of the neighborhood in Marathi and Hindi(class 4 to calss 10)and has had a 100% pass percentage among the children at the local school in Andheri West, who come to her for studies.

Presently residing at Shri ram nagar Colony in Mumbai(over the last 40 years),with my uncle, my grandma freqents Bangalore and Delhi where my family and my aunts' families reside.

Shez come a long way single handedly managing hordes of people in the joint family of 1st, 2nd , 3rd, 4th cousins, their kith and kin, trying hard to make ends meet and slogging from dawn to dusk with just about 4 hours of sleep a day.

An avid reader ( Arthur Hailey is one of her favourites)and a professional gardener, she loves tending to the myriad rose shrubs in her well maintained garden. She is obsessed with the color white. She has never worn a non white garment in her life ( what she started as part of the Indian freedom movement) and this was quite a challenge continuing it as a married woman specially in a closed minded society of yester years.

An all time fan of Dev Anand (I can vouch for that), and a pro at keeping herself updated on General Knowledge and current affairs, she can catch you napping on most occasions by giving you a detailed explanation of events even before you've finished watching the 9 o' clock news.

Adept at history (more because she lived through the time), she actually explained to Amar, Prashant and myself the overall story of the Boston Tea party (which we had as part of Class X history) of course with snippets from behind the scenes.

Never short of enthusiasm, this Octogenerian is zestfully passionate about life and can make any stranger feel at home. "Dikshit Maami" as she is called in the colony, is always there for any help required in her capacity.In fact, she would probably be one of the few grandmothers who bought herself a cell phone when her grandson (myself :)) did not have one.

Just before I sign off, any copyright with the articles to follow at a later date would rest with my grandma.:)

And if you feel inspired or just pleasant about reading them, it's going to be a tribute to the woman herself. Happy reading!

In today's age of materialistic pursuits, we often tend to ignore ( i would not say neglect) the contributions of our elder generations in making us what we are capable of, today.

Grandparents form the roots(few of us have had the experience of being with our great grandparents). It's about time we look up to them as sources of inspiration, and provide them with the pedestal they rightly deserve.

In this series, i would like to share the experiences of my unforgettable grandmas - ranging from the hardships of the days British raj, to the simple yet enjoyable musings of life , and all those events that could act as learnings for generations ahead.

Very often have we taken them for granted, thought them to be out of place with the 'Yo' life but still realized that when we fell sick with fever, they still came to us affectionately and pampered us with glucose biscuits and warm water?

A trip down memory lane that would leave the freshness in our minds is something I would like to share with you all.

I believe everyone would have had experiences of similar kind and could relate to the same.

More coming up in the next post.

Plot of the play: Power cut near Airport road Bangalore, Anand R, and a 'bike'(read TVS XL super)

In the picture above: My best pal Anand without his TVS.

most important: Anand is not the drunkard mentioned in the title of this post.

Imagine this : There is a tall dark and handsome guy driving a TVS moped near airport road. ( well, that's where the LG office is). Our Street Hawk has just finished battling the bugs in the latest communication software that could change the way you and me communicate. and he is about to change to his normal avtaar of Mark (a.k.a the everyday cop in Steet hawk), and lo behold ; there is pitch darkness. A power cut - something that Bangalore is famous for, in addition to IT, pot holes, Deve Gowda, among many others.

Our hero manages to use his infra red vision to steer past the potholes and suddenly drives over a fly over ( oops! it was actually a drunkard who intercepted his evolved mean machine).

And Mr. Street hawk (alias anand) is on the ground and the drunkard is floored too.

Soon the cops arrive and so do a couple of his colleagues and now you are all welcome into the C.S.I (Crime Scene Investigation)in full desi Ishtyle.

name: anand r.
age: 23 (what? you look like the father of two kids)
height: 6 feet two inches
vehicle owned : Street Hawk (TVS XL Sooper)
purpose of riding: Going home (Isn't that obvious?)
how long have you been riding? 8 years (is this a job interview?)
are you drunk?: Anand is furious akin to the scene where Utpal Dutt is offended at the police station in the epic commedy:Golmal)

The inputs are taken and the police ask both Anand and the drunkard to get their first aid done. Aney being a good Samaritan takes the (victim?) to the hospital too and the doctor confirms that he (the drunkard) is drunk [i called the drunkard a drunkard since i did not know his name: thank goodness my assumption that the drunkard was drunk had been validated ].

Aney steps out of the nursing home only to find his precious possession (his street hawk) missing. On inquiring with the police officer on duty, he was told that the 'bike' has been taken to Trinity Circle police station, and the bike would be released subject to the following:

a)Certificate from the doctor that the drunkard was drunk
b)Certificate from the doctor that Anand was not drunk
c)Necessary documents that Anand was a qualified driver ( My God this guy has to prove he can drive a TVS?)
d)Fine of 200 for crashing into a drunkard on a new moon night (courtesy: KPTCL)
e)Bribe or Gift or what ever which is not explicitly mentioned


Aney is on the mission of getting all the stuff mentioned above.

Hurdle 1: The duty doctor does not have the hospital 'template' to give in writing that the drunkard is drunk though everyone agreed openly that the victim was overly under the influence of alcohol. Also, the doctor who did the examination would only be back on duty two days later, and Aney needs to wait till then.

Hurdle 2: All of Anand's documents are in the bike whiskied away . (sorry whisked away)alas Even i am getting into the alcohol mode with so many things happening.

Hurdle 3: Aney finds a long lost classmate(from MES college doing her internship there) in Bowring hospital whose name he cannot recollect....(aney was a celebrity in college)(she was a girl too, to add to his woes)

Our protagonist eventually decided to leave the scene at 10:30 p.m.vowing to come back the next day.

SCENE shifts: Indiranagar police station, DAY 2

the man: Senior Police Inspector
the machine: how could you forget? still the TVS XL super.

the inspector tells a couple of fundae on Indian Constitution. it's hilarious ( with due respect to the Constitution of India)

1) The Constitution of India does not impose a ban on people drinking and walking on the road.
2) There is only a ban on drinking and driving on the road.
This implies that you ( read Anand) are at fault for reckless driving and hitting the 'poor' drunkard in the middle of the road. Dont you have eyes to see where you are driving? (Can't you use your infra red glasses while driving)

Considering all this your bike is in trinity circle police station. do what you want.

Aney reaches Trinity police station and explains the situation to the SI out there, who surprisingly understands the gravity of the situation and allows aney to take his bike on payment of the Rs 200 fine ( i still dont know why) with receipt and no bribe at all. ( claps claps...) and aney shows the documents that he is fit enough to drive the Bike and out he comes from the police station just as Amitabh from a seven year sentence in many bollywood flicks.

Finally, all's well that ends well and Aney is busy riding his street hawk on the smooth roads of Bangalore looking out for more mysteries in life.

And how did I get to know all this being in chennai? ( the courtesy goes to BSNL and Airtel which enabled the 45 minute masala laden knowledge sharing. Aney paid the phone bill of course) :).

P.S. i forgot to mention Anand has a minor swelling in the right hand, but Street Hawk doesn't care for all this.......

Sachin and Sehwag are in the pavilion. Oh My God!. That's the end of India's chances in the Match. Though there are 45 overs to go, the crowd is already trickling out of the stadium....

Well, gone are the days when this used to be the situation of Indian cricket.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the party. MS Dhoni and Dynamic Yuvi have taken the bull by the horns and have emerged rhodeos of the season.

Everyone's now ga ga over Dhoni's diet, what he does at 5 am, 5:01 and 5:02 a.m. if not hourly intervals.

Yuvi, well is totally enjoying the limelight. He feels he has given the selectors a run for their money.

All this augurs well for the future of Indian cricket, and the immaculate execution at karachi was really such a treat that even my Grandmother at Mumbai was all praise for the boys.

On learning that Dhoni was from Jharkhand, she made a valid comment stating that the anti social elements (so called naxalites) from the central belt (Bihar and jharkhand. no offence meant but their numbers are rising by the day) could be moulded into good representatives for India at the Olympics, since they are adept at archery and mountain climbing.

A very interesting thought serving the dual purpose of gold medals in this medal starved country and also curbing the menace in society.

Kudos to grandma for bringing in such a perspective.

Everyone's now going over the Indian cricket team and hope this does not contribute to a change in attitude of the "boyz"

Well, Imran Khan made a really interesting comment on NDTV yesterday.

He said, and I quote " The Pakistani batsmen had a fool proof plan for successfully targetting failure and achieved it,match after match and eventually it took them the entire series to realize their folly".

He pointed fingers at Bob Woolmer, saying since Inzi lacked assertiveness, communication and overall strategy, Bob should actually force him to bat up the order, and not at #7.

As, they say, a lot of heads are on the chopping block in the Pakistani team.

Owing to the Dhoni Diwali season, there's one thing for me - My favourite Microsoft product - M S Dhoni.

in the pic above: The WIN TWINS - Dhoni and Yuvi...

"That was a real miracle" is an exclamation that is commonplace at some point in all our lives.

What would you call it?

Tryst with destiny? Co-incidences of co-incidences? lady luck's smile?

Well, these are just some of the categories into which we group life's experiences into.

More critical to analysing the power of prayer is more in relating to what each of us has gone through in life.

I would not like to get into a debate with the cynics regarding this for, it's all a matter of perspective, and as long as things work for you, I guess how things occur should not keep you worried.

In essence, belief, and rationality can sometimes get mutually exclusive.

Meghna Shetty goes into the depth of one of the many experiences to explain the positives of prayer in her post.

More on prayer and its healing effects can be read at Meghna's blog

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Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,

There goes Ned,
without a clue... ( pardon the irrelevant reference. I focussed more on the rhyme)

I was driving to work today, and saw huge banners all along the Pondy Bazar road ( which happens to be analogous to the Commercial Street of Bangalore).

Offers and more offers on Valentine's day. Pretty surprising in "conservative" chennai, I must say.

Speaking from a perspective of business economics, February is perhaps the only "dry month" in the Indian festivals' calendar, and owing to this fact, establishments use V- day as a golden opportunity to dispose off their goods before financial year end.

There is supposed to be a V-day special game in office too, and looks like it's going to be fun, specially trying to woo the "pretty yet shy" Birlasoftians ( NOTE: if they exist in the first place) to come and participate in the same.

Meanwhile, an interesting report that I got to hear (the autenticity is yet to be verified), claimed that certain forces in Bihar proclaimed that any couples caught romancing in public will be made to get married immediately.

So, for all those who wanted to save the expenditure on the "big fat Indian wedding", this is an opportunity, not to be missed.

Looks like Bihar and Chennai are competing with one another to be the "Cultured Cultural Capital" of India. Bah! so much so for freedom of expression.

So, guys, be prepared before you go dating, and make sure both you and your valentine have cooked up the same relationship to fool the moral police, and for those who are married, have your marriage certificates handy. Who knows? You may be asked to repeat the ordeal that you are already bugged of. [:)]

Well, Love is definitely in the air, but for the moment, I prefer Oxygen.....

What do you do when you receive a phone call from a close friend informing you that Shah Rukh Khan is at the Pizza Hut next door?

Well, we were in a similar situation today afternoon when a senior colleague of mine (Naveen Kumar) asked me to accompany him to "Murthy's Manor' - a huge mansion, one floor of which houses the Birlasoft guest house. Incidentally, the Telugu superstar Mr. Chiranjeevi happened to be at the venue. The reason: he owns a flat in the same building and was there to visit the same.

I pulled out my neolithic yet dependable bike (read as Kinetic Honda) and we set off on our date with Tinsel town, right in our own backyard.

I felt Naveen almost urging me to go faster, lest we miss the actor in the melee.

As we entered the premises, I expected a posse of policemen to filter people as they get in. But it was a pleasant surprise to find a no frill event in terms of activity.

However, I was greeted by a sleek C class Mercedez purring in the bay. " That's his: TN -09 9999, Naveen mumbled reverently."

As we raced up the stairs, the first batch of photographs were already being clicked. I could not comprehend much of the conversation since most of it was spoken in Telugu. (However, being from Bangalore I can read the script)

Though I've watched only a song or two of the actor, I could feel the awe surrounding him. It is but natural for us, Indians who enjoy these simple moments in life and this makes all of us," The Gods of small things".

Venu, Shiva, Raja, Naveen and myself all smiled away for snaps with the actor.

In fact there was a Satyam employees' round of photographs and later there was one round exclusively for Birlasoftians too.

Here are a couple of pics of the event. Cynosore for all eyes.

The "Legend" himself is in the center and is flanked by Naveen in the pinstripe light blue shirt in the second snap. Thanks for the tête-à-tête, Naveen.

Endaro mahaanubhaavulu.... A day in the life of India....

A very interesting dimension to human intellect is the art of drifting away from one's actual goals. I call it "interesting" because more often than not it is unintentional and happens with most people irrespective of which stratum of society they belong to.

The "drill down" of the thought process stimulates a chain reaction which leads to subsequent clones which take the tangential path along the road less known.

No doubt the journey might throw up some interesting experiences, but these are good for a sojourn and not meaningful in reaching the end state objective.

It's like building a house that is eventually going to be sold to someone for sure. Building it with optimized efforts would probably be a better bet rather than going into the nitty gritties like interior decoration, especially for a house whose pedestal you might not even cross again. If it is going to be more of ego massage for taking the detour too seriously, then it is more akin to finding an address of a street which we donot wish to enter.

Having considered all this, the essential take away is that life's focus needs to be maintained in achieving the long term goals and all that comes along the way are "nice-to-haves". A trade off with the latter is possible , but a compromise with the GOAL - NO WAY!

" सम्स्क्रुत भाषा ढेवभाषा गीर्वाण वाणी च। "

were the lines that remain embedded in my mind from the class 6 lesson delivered by Shri Harsha Sir. I am still amused with myself for one reason. We, the class of VI B had no doubt opted for Sanskrit as our first language, but were awe struck when a teacher in a crisp shirt and blue jean walked in, to tutor us. We had expected a traditional instructor in "dhoti" and kurta, with a knotted hairdo to actually deliver Sanskrit sermons, very much akin to the situation in the "Valley of the Cobras" by Herge(of Tintin fame) where the detective is refused entry to the crime scene owing to the fact that he was not present in a Sherlock Holmes outfit.

But things went on well after that, for, we were gradually convinced that we were pursuing a course in Sanskrit and not Modern Art.

To Flashback and back......

"The Market is bullish... We are on track to achieve double digit growth...". the newspaper screams

Today, we have governing bodies to monitor the government. We have more bodies to monitor these bodies and then we spend crores of currency on maintaining the "babus".

SCENE 1: A meeting of well to do executives discussing policy issues in a plush, state-of-the-art building in Chennai.

SCENE 2: Ragged children selling Economic Times on the road just outside the plush building.

When we all gloat of all achievements,Widening disparity is something we all need to ponder about.

Not just ponder, we need to make moves.

How to make a difference? visit www.yionline.org

No, I am not a pessimist. I am a realist....[Period]

Irfan Pathan's hat-trick : and the whole of India was ga-ga over the same.

Kamran Akmal's ton: highlighting Pakistan's fightback

India's score of 238: wow we've come close

Paki batsmen let loose: Run feast in the offing

Md. Asif's breath taking spell: India's doomsday.

Sachin's failure to perform when it mattered: A Tyre, a Legend....

P.S. - Hope the One Dayers are better.

Incompetence: The very word is subjective. A simple reasoning is - what does it take an individual to correctly describe the word? In other words, how "competent" should the judger be, before he judges another to be "incompetent"?

I have seen quite a few people who brand others as incapable. This was evident in a related incident today, to which I was a witness. Worse it gets, when the discussion gets public, mush to the dislike for both parties but forms interesting pickings for the audience who, with a pinch of spice and a dash of seasoning spread rumors like wildfire.

Bah! So much for the elite and educated who dont care about subtleness.

Hmm... Point to Ponder.