Friday, July 02, 2010

Sonny: Customer Satisfaction

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I have been away from the blog-o-sphere for quite sometime. My laptop's motherboard unexpectedly went into labor (i'm still perplexed) and I thought i will be getting a small portable laptop. It spit out a burnt chipset instead. So, i beat the hell out of it. Anyway, this is one of the pending posts that I had planned to post after which I don't know when I will be posting as work (so to speak) is keeping me busy. I'm moving to Australia (incase you hadn't noticed, the brief theme change showcasing Melbourne was a symbolism of my visa grant) next weekend and the entire packing process is as tedious as the visa process itself. I hope to get back to the blog-o-sphere asap. So its not good riddance for you yet! :)

Friday, June 11, 2010

Fifa World Cup 2014 – India

This is just a musing on what would happen if India hosted the Fifa World Cup though I think I have gone a bit too far in calling it in 2014. For a change, India qualifies. Yeah right... only because it acts as the host.

Opening Ceremony and Miscellaneous:
The opening ceremony which should start by 5:30 would start by 6 after a constant yapping in the studio by 3 people who can’t just shut up for a while.

The opening ceremony will boast of performances by A.R. Rahman, Deepika Padukone and other bollywood stars who just haven’t performed enough till now. Rahman might perform his “legendary” Jai Ho and be off with it. Then there will be a meaningless stage dance by Deepika/ Katrina Kaif which is of no relevance to the competition or one that portrays not one bit of the culture of India. Ultra creative.

The very little Culture left.

Thus all performances pertaining to our cultural dances which vary from state to state enough to entertain people for hours together and the cultural music of India which is just beyond count, is all forgotten. Then there are fireworks.

Ah! The fireworks!

There will be a sponsor blimp that is afloat till the tournament comes to an end though no one will have a clue why it is so. The camera will focus on it from time to time regardless of how irritating it is to people watching it on TV. And the commentators too, will keep ecstatically saying “There it is… the blimp!”

god... we all know it. It’s the friggin’ millionth time you’re saying it.

The Match:

The match will begin in the normal fashion that it is supposed to. Then do the stars make their appearances. Shah Rukh Khan will arrive on the premises and the camera instantly focuses on him. Shah Rukh (with his teeny tiny brains) will wave to the spectators with nil regard to who the heroes of the occasion are. We, kind (sometimes brainless) Indians, wave back.

Incase you didn’t guess who the heroes are, they are the players. Duh.

Everytime the ball is picked up by the Goalkeeper, in that tiny timeframe of 2 seconds, Maxmobile will advertise its products. Again, it’s one of the most frustrating things you experience when you’re watching Live Television.

Yeh mera Max mobile. Mera... Shut up you moron! you’re killing the game mood man.

The camera then focuses on the blimp and when it comes back, Italy is reduced to 10 men. TV watchers are clueless how it happened.

After the first half, there will be an interview of Katrina Kaif when she lies that she loves football and that she has been following it since her childhood. Pele and Maradona are her favorites. My 2 year old nephew can say those names. Please Katrina, go back to your stuffy caravan and also, learn to act, for a change.

And then the second half begins and finally the match ends. That’s about enough match coverage. Really.

The Team:
Oh yeah… I forgot… You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Monday, May 31, 2010

An Oblivion in Gray

May, 1999.

Alone, I lay, covered in my own grief and blood. My once pugilistic self had gone placid. Clenched fists slowly unveiled to become open hands trying to embrace the situation that was once a behemoth looming over its prey. The rumbling skies looked down upon me with utmost sorrow that it began to rain its cries. It was a season when the sky didn’t know whether to reveal the sun or the rain. Nevertheless, it rained. I lay there humbled by the gesture. My accoutrements were strewn all over the place. Glimmers of past memories whisked my mind like the flapping wings of a humming bird. There wasn’t any movement from me but for a wince that showed disbelief and realization at the same time. I had given up the urge to resist. I could see the images in front of my eyes blur and fade away. Everything there is, boils down to this one point, eventually. We had won but deep down, I know we lost. We lost everything. Things we loved and things that meant the most to us. The thought stuck me like a hungry blade right through the heart claiming what it was meant to almost immediately.

A life of war and sacrifice,
I see no gain but pain.
A soldier seeking fortune in vain
I hope to live again.

Standing on the barren war front,
We go along the rhyme.
Fearing as the end approaches,
Victims of our own crime.

Left our traces on the war field,
By the many lives we steal.
As my comrades had their time,
And so did I have mine.

Walking through a shore of bodies,
But will they rest in peace?
There’s no life without a soul
And the power that makes them whole.

Kneel and pray for forgiveness
My wounds are hard to heal.
For all the deeds that have been done,
Search for reasons none.

With this thought, I closed my eyes... darkness. Black. Everything went dead silent and I knew I was sinking. Then, a shadow stretched out its hand.

Footnotes: The content sans the time period is entirely fictitious. The time period is when the kargil war took place. I have tried to pen down my imaginations on the revelation a wounded soldier experiences in the last few minutes of life.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The She that Wanted to Be - II

"Hey! .. How was your day?" She asked.
"Quite hectic. With the marriage nearing, I couldn't ask for more."
"Mine's been hectic too."

I knew she was gonna say that. After spending years trying to get to know her, i could not make the mistake of misjudgment.

My day was hectic, so was hers. Mine was damn bad, so was hers. I had a huge friend's circle, she had an even bigger one. So she thought.

"So, A long weekend comin' your way.. big plans?"
"yep. I want to learn 4 languages. I want to learn to play the piano. And I want to draw my own caricature on a big paper." she said.

A long weekend is usually 3 days. Not a lifetime.

"Great. So, when do you plan to start?"
"Tomorrow. Today, has been hectic!"
"What!? you don't even work!"
"Its been hard.."
"To whhat?"
"To find a mystery egg."

I took out a gun and shot her. No. I wanted to do that... But she would have mauled me in the afterlife.
I just laughed while sulking.

Ban farmville. Get a life.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Why Whine Wine

1. Starts with one generation. Ends with another.
2. Too much of it in a day might knock you off.
3. Too much of it for a period of time will cause brain degeneration.
4. Is not sweet.
5. Kept to rot and that’s how others enjoy it.
6. Goes well with food.
7. After enough attraction sometimes it is all one can talk about.
8. The more the age, the more the value.
9. Stands the test of time.
10. Some lonely people consider it an indispensible companion.

Oh yeah... there is one subtle difference though.

Wine is heaven. A Television serial isn't.

Much as i'm against serials, i'm not against all of them. There are a few good stuff. Frankly, the majority is for nincompoops.

Thursday, May 13, 2010


A nightmarish blood-lusting ghost,
Killing everyone, the path that he goes.
Die at the hands of the wraith
Victimize us for his religious faith.

Her majesty’s palace in burns.
Crying fire sparks while hammered to yearn.
Spilling the blood of your creed.
What good is it when there’s no profit or need.

This hate crime we can’t comprehend.
Hardened but helpless we fight to the end.
We fall to the ground as we cry.
You pride at our misery while watching us die.

The hands of fate- risen again,
Claiming its heads through the blood-hungry men.
It’s all just one big overt kill,
A bloodied masterpiece incomplete still.

Justice, it strikes slow and hard.
But what of the remains that’s broken and scarred?
What of our loved ones again?
What of our loved ones again?
Will we see them again?

I know it is not November yet. But I wrote this sometime back and thought I might as well post it now that the verdict has been passed.

Image Courtesy : Google Images

Saturday, May 08, 2010

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Beware of this Post

It’s a known fact that the great minds work in the loo. Mine is no different.
I meant to say, mine works in the loo too, though useful thoughts hardly pass through.
Hey! That rhymes!
Sigh… Anyway…

I was just thinking, about some warning signs put up by dog owners outside their homes to warn strangers about them and that there isn’t one way of warning them without someone making a comment about it.
Some of them read

Beware of Dogs:
Thanks for the general advice but mine is quite friendly. Seriously.

Beware of the Dog:
Man… No offence… but is your dog the last surviving member of the species? No? Let me guess, was he the dog that the Greek God Hades petted? No no… wait… that was Cerebrus… which one is yours, again?

Beware: Dogs Inside:
Ha ha ha ha!! What do I say!? What CAN one say!? I know you have family issues, but please don't rebuke them in public...

So I guess the best would be to just hang something like this outside and let your dog and the stranger take care of the rest.

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Saturday, May 01, 2010


This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 10; the tenth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

On a lone silent chilly night
Two silhouettes tucked in tight
As they walked towards a lonely house
He kissed her hard and she didn’t grouse.

He wasn’t passionate, he wasn’t sweet
He was an animal that made him a freak.
She couldn’t see it nor could she tell
Drugs- his escape while she was still bleak.

Pressed against the bedroom door
And they went bang bang.
And so did the noises soar
Bang bang and bang.

As people heard the noises
Knowing not what to do.
Muffled up voices gasping for breath
One shouting for more and one wishing for death.

Then a final bang they heard
As one burst through the window
And the people gasped in fear
A lone figure emerged to escape through the rear.

And the door swung open
She fell to the ground dead.
With exit wounds in her body
And a bullet in her head.

Only Then did the people realize
What the bang bang really meant.
Now they knew better to shut up
And into their houses they fled.

Based on a true incident that happened in Oklahoma. The killer was arrested 11 years after Ronnie, the wrong man was sentenced to the same time to do in prison. 11 years later, Ronnie was exonerated after which he lived a measly 5 years of his life and died of ill health.

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Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Woken Up

If only I knew
You are in a place
Where I can never hold you
I never would have woken up.

If only I knew
You’re the most beautiful girl
I can ever hope to see
I never would have woken up.

If only I knew
That when I saw you
Would be the last time…
I never would have woken up.

If only I knew
That what was
Was never meant to be
I never would have woken up.

If only I knew
What I dreamt
Would be just a dream
I never would have woken up.

If only I knew
That this was the dream
That I was to dream
I never would have gone to sleep.

Based on a wonderful dream I had last night and I cannot seem to get out of it.

Thanks to Navneet for the title.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Marriage Miscommunication

The other day my mom and I went around inviting people for a marriage that’s coming up in my family. This conversation happened when I met an uncle that I haven’t seen for years together.

Uncle: Hello! Vango vango! (Welcome Welcome!)
Me: Hello Uncle! Epdi Irukkel? (How are you?)
Uncle: I’m Fine pa! How are you? How’s appa? And hows your sister? It’s been quite a long time!

I didn’t know how to prioritize my answers. So I generalized it.

Me: All is well…

Then he turned to my mom who was chatting with maami..

Uncle: Paayan nanna valandhutaan! (Your boy has become a grown up. I hope that’s what he meant.) I used to see him wearing only his underwear as a smaal kid and roaming about with eyes just barely open.

Grrrrr… If you miss it so much, I can do that again but now, the other people have to walk with their eyes just barely open.
Then all of them exchanged pleasantries and some catching up.

Me: Uncle… There’s a marriage coming up in our family.
Uncle: I guessed! Right when I spotted you, the grown up! So, who’s the girl?
Me: The girl is my sister.
Uncle: Eh!?!?

I could see his literal shock. Believe me, it was a prank unexpected and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Thankfully my mom swooped in…

Mom: Its my daughter thats getting married :) He still has a long way to go.

Apparently after this incident, I think I do.
And then mom told what needed to be told while I kept my mouth shut. With a wry smile of course.
And then we had the customary juice and when I left, I could still see mama sensing my grin.

Anyway, for all you folks here, my sister, Ms. Janani, a journalist, is getting married to Mr. Sikkil Gurucharan who is a carnatic vocalist on the 23rd of May, 2010!

So a big family function coming up my way!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

A Different Gift

Afterlife- On this realm.
After one’s death, various rituals are performed on the basis of symbolism. Like in the Hindu mythology, the ash which is the residue and the only remains of the person in this material world besides memories after the funeral pyre dies, is collected. The pot is kept near a drawing representing the person in the guise of a stick figure. Food, an umbrella, a fan and a pair of slippers are given to aid the soul for its final journey where it is judged and tested. The ash is then taken and dissolved in a holy river. Then we believe that the soul reaches a higher place to watch over us or sometimes is reborn. Symbolism. Though this knowledge has been passed on to us through the ancient ways, no one really knows what happens.

Afterlife- A Perception.
What is afterlife?

Do you take up another body and wander the ethereal world?
Does that body have the same organs that you once processed?
Do you feel pain when it is inflicted in the ethereal world?
If you do, do you feel it through your senses?
If you do, aren’t your senses dependent on your organs?
If you don’t, then what good is your body after you die when it is independent of your afterlife?
My answer is, frankly, I don’t know. Irrespective of what the various mythologies quote.

All I’m saying is no one knows what happens in the afterlife. We might not need what we have now then. If we can donate money and the sorts when we are alive and a piece of paper called the 'will' that can transfer everything you own to your loved ones, why hesitate to donate your organs to the needy? Once the inevitable happens, some organs are still functional and can be transplanted to be used on someone else who might require it. This is your chance.

If only I had a chance
To set things right
If only I had a second chance.
To bring darkness to light.
To live my life once again.
To do things that I haven't.
Only, I don’t know if I do.

Not everyone is bestowed with a second chance. But we have the power to bestow a second chance, the gift of life, to someone in need. That power… is within us. The power to become an organ donor. I do not know how useful I am when I’m alive. But I know how useful I can make myself when I’m gone.

I decided to become an organ donor today. And you?

For information on being an organ donor, visit

Monday, April 05, 2010

Whatever They Say...

Its more than just about time I got this out of me. It’s been in me long enough that now it has to come out. Beliefs. What about them? Recently, I’ve been exposed to a lot of these “beliefs” that lacks any proper explanation but for the orthodox sake of it, a deed remains to be undone.

In some cases, Jatakas, by which some people swear by. Some astrologers read the prediction of one’s life from the alignment of the stars at the moment you were born. A rare talent, one must agree. But like any other skill, a lot of its techniques have been tampered with. And I can swear that I saw a book titled, “learn astrology in 30 days”… why? So the astrologer can write a beautiful script of a story and use his clients as characters in them? Every prediction is math. Based on current events and given inputs, there should be a definitive output. And if a result of math fails, it is bad math. Some results of math are based on approximation. And one can frankly say that not all marriages that have been performed after a proper jataka match have been a success and not all marriages that have defied its jataka predictions have been a failure. If this is the result, then the math here is an approximation. Things MIGHT happen, things MIGHT not. And conveniently, most of the cases say, Jatakas don’t apply to love marriages. What the hell is this statement? Did God create a being and place a condition before his future that solely depended on an “if”? If its math, and if it’s a result, it should be universal. If jatakas are truly right, then even for love marriages, the two people meeting and liking each other should have been a “meant to be” and their jatakas matching should have been the result. That when we can say the math has truly worked out.

Karma. Well well. I’m a firm believer of karma. Only sometimes, I got questions. The more good one does, the more good one receives in return. But then, anyone can deduce from what’s happening these days, classic example being our politicians, that the rule of karma is either failing or not immediate. The politicians, they rape anything that comes by, from their motherland to natural fuel to women and still, are men held of high status. And our people promptly say that “he will be punished…. One day… his deeds don’t go unnoticed”. I totally agree. His deeds don’t go unnoticed. They just go unaccounted. I don’t see the great flood coming either. All the while, the honest man’s day goes like he’s being trampled and squished by parade of elephants.

The time of Saturn or Sani. The lamest excuse one can give when things are not going right. Sometimes, people fear to do things when they are under the power of Saturn. According to the ancient beliefs, a particular time of Saturn upon someone is said to cause death. Hence people refrain from driving, flying, anger (sometimes can indirectly contribute to death) etc. What they have forgotten is that they can fall to their death by some water spilt on the bathroom floor or while descending a flight of stairs. But no, Saturn has a particular way of performing his duties. He indulges in skilled performances like traffic accidents and the likes. I got just one thing to say, Live free for a day instead of living a lifetime in fear.

The final call being, all three types mentioned above are interrelated. Out of the tree, anything can be used when there’s an opportunity to blame or use as an excuse.

With all due respect to a lot of beliefs that are genuine, a lot of them aren’t as they have just evolved from various other beliefs and convention systems. Beliefs can be used as a guide but not to steer people’s lives. Assume nothing. Question everything. Hope is what we strive with. Hope is what we have when we do something. Hope is what we have when we want something to happen. Carpe Diem is the formula of the day or die a sorry loser.

This post is a result of my exposure to things and my beliefs alone. The perspective may be different on the other shore.

Friday, April 02, 2010


Kadaa – Scapegoat.

You know you’re suffering from the Kadaa syndrome when…

1. When your dad asks you to shop for his clothes, alone, by giving you his shirt size but asks you to accompany him to the saloon even when you don’t need a haircut, you know you are a Kadaa.
2. When ONLY mom and dad are involved in a tiff, mom says something about dad to which dad retaliates asking 'WHAT DID YOU SAY?' to which mom coolly saves herself by replying 'I was talking about him' and points to you, you know you are a Typical Kadaa.
3. When your sister asks you to check on the firecracker she lit, that’s still smoking but not yet gone kaboom, you know you are a Classic Kadaa.
4. When your dad accuses you of being sloppy when you dropped the remote but later drops it himself and blames his old age, you know you are an Aattu Kadaa.
5. When your mom accuses you of just putting on unhealthy weight and that her requests are falling on deaf ears like a buffalo in the rain, you know you are a Yeruma Kadaa.
6. When your parents shout at you for sleeping all day like a log after filling your stomach with home food and spending your energy by playing your PlayStation, you know you are a Dhanda Kadaa.

Kadaa – Scapegoat
Aattu Kadaa – Scapegoat (younger version)
Yeruma – Buffalo
Dhanda/ Dhandam- Jobless &/or Good for nothing

Lessons learnt: None. Whatsoever.

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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Colors of the G Spectrum

India saw the advent of the G spectrum which is a good sign. Considering our tax money paid for the extra commission for the king as well is... ahem...

Here is the simple commission formula

For 2G
2X 100 Crores = 200 Crores = Commission
For 3G
3X 100 Crores = 300 Crores = Commission
For 4G
4X 100 Crores = 400 Crores = Commission

Where 2, 3, 4,... are Generations,
And the commission is an accumulated figure of a Swiss Bank account.

The general representation becomes

For GenerationG
GenerationX 100 Crores = Amount = Commission

You are brainy enough to guess the rest of it.

Now that’s what I call a GenerationX spectral series.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Saving Stripey

What are these? Prized processions? Trophies? Or just a part of a cadaver scaring you to the core if seen in reality? Will you display this proudly in your home? No? I thought so. I don’t think we can accept what was once a magnificent life form to be killed and hung as a trophy to showcase man’s skill’s with a gun. Of course, I don’t think this has ever happened in the case of homosapiens.

But what of this?

The population of India in the last 10 years has increased by 15 crores. It’s not the same story when it comes to our national animal.
There are just 1411 Tigers left. Don’t let it become a fading portrait

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* all photos used here have been taken from Google Images.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Beasts of Destruction

Shadows of phantoms and nightmares for dreams
The cry of your soul in the midst of the screams.
The stairway to heaven now broken and scarred
The end as we feel it as words from the bard.

The crazy old man with just one eye to see
Foretold his time and the future to be.
The madness, the mayhem- a life’s conundrum
Begging the angel that’s blessed you to drown.

Red skies and lightning bolts taking on dawn
The hopes of survival all dead and forlorn.
Beasts of destruction emerge from the sky
Burning the ground as they’re watching you die.

The advent of blackness, a sacrilege tomb
Psychics and lunatics spelling this doom.
The Gods with their powers got nothing to do
To condemn the mortals, a prophecy true.

Living today is to postpone the end
The haggard man laughs and rebukes your defense.
Hallucinations thats chasing you fast
Run from the future and run from your past.

The wake of a man as he walks on four legs
The mortals bow down and for mercy they beg.
Deliverance to seek and Deliver the weak
So reload your guns and kill or be killed.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

Jolly Rogers

Based on a True Incident.

Hiding in the Dust
4:00 A.M.

It was long shadowy night. Dead silent. Not a sound, except the rattling buzz of the cicadas. None but the soldiers could feel the tension and the pressure mounting. Every pound of the heart as heavy as a quake in all its annihilating glory. Victory promised Honor and it wasn’t farfetched. They waited. A lone drop of sweat made its way in a defined path between the eyebrows to the chin like it knew where it was heading. It was slow. Just like its decision to let go or not because once it hits the ground, it could mean information for the opposition. Deafening silence.

The soldiers looked like positioned gargoyles in stealth. Not one movement. It was a tunnel with light at one end of it. Literally, as it was covered from far. Then the inevitable happened. A sound. It lasted for just a fraction of a small moment. Nothing thereafter. Sometimes even a whisper is all that’s needed. The Major looked at his comrade and motioned that he had heard a sound. He received a ‘roger’ in return for they knew that there was just that one left. The one could mean a battalion if he was heavily armed with both firepower and strategy.

The opposition was planning. Planning well.

The Showdown
4:13 A.M.

The Major slowly sent out command, ‘Location zeroed in. Repeat. Location zeroed in.’
No response from the fourth man. He was dead.
One down. Three to go. One left.
They had waited too long. It was time to finish it. Once and for all. The soldiers nudged a step forward.

Just then a grenade flew from a diversion of the tunnel, as the soldiers looked, having expected but not prepared for it. They knew it was over. But then most unlikely of things happened. It was like divine intervention. The grenade on its upward projectile, hit the nearby wall, deflected and went back home. There was nothing the opposition could have done.

A BIG Boom!

The soldiers walked towards the place where the explosion had taken place and confirmed the body of a dead terrorist.

And we all roared with laughter as the scoreboard read

And that’s how the terrorist known as $p@rrow killed himself in the final game that night in a session of hectic counter strike.

It was 5:00 A.M. We switched off the lights and went off to sleep while the early morning sky still carried the echoes of our laughter.


$p@rrow - Vivek

$c@rf@ce - Vibushan

P@dfoot - Sriraj

Dumb - Siddharth

H@ckO$ -Vijayakrishnan

IdOnTKnowHowtoPLY - Anandh

Shot - Prashanth Goel


Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Defiance, Illiteracy or plain Dumb

I know it's been a loooong time since I went blog-trotting and since I contributed something to my blog. The twins are sleeping still.

Anyway, I happened to stumble upon this in Chennai (a lot of my whereabouts are in Chennai of late. You'll soon know why :) ) and I just wanted to post this.

The board reads "Please DO NOT dump Garbage here".

Now you can actually compare my post to Garbage, saying "Hey, wasn't that the garbage post?", and the answer might be "Which one?"...

Thursday, January 07, 2010

Neology Therapy

This is a mail that I received recently and after reading it, I couldn't resist sharing it here. This is solely borrowed and not my work and trust me, it's worth reading every word of it. Enjoy!


Once again, The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly neologisms, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.

The winners are:

1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.

3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.

6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.

7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence (n.), emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.

The Washington Post's Style Invitational also asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

Here are this year's winners:

1. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

2. Foreploy (v): Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

3. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

4. Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

5. Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

6. Inoculatte (v): To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

7. Hipatitis (n): Terminal coolness.

8. Osteopornosis (n): A degenerate disease.

9. Karmageddon (n): Its like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

10. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

11. Glibido (v): All talk and no action.

12. Dopeler effect (n): The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

13. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

14. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

15. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating.

And the pick of the literature:

16 . Ignoranus (n): A person who's both stupid and an asshole