*emerges out of her rabbit hole and looks around nervously* That last blog got mucho too seriouso, eh? Methinks me scared off half my readers. So enough with the highfalutin soapbox-climbing. Instead we return to the pointless drivel that is traditionally expected of us. But first — a Happy Holi to all my readers! Hope your day was colorful and full of joy!
Aao sikhaauun tumhein ande kaa fundaa
Yeh nahiin pyaare koii maamuulii bandaa — Jodi No 1 (2001)
(Translated: Come, let me teach you the basics of the egg. This, my love, is no ordinary dude.)
“Easter eggs are specially decorated eggs given out to celebrate the Easter holiday. The oldest tradition is to use dyed and painted chickens eggs, but the general modern custom is to substitute eggs made from chocolate. In computing, Easter eggs are messages, graphics, sound effects, or an unusual change in program behaviour, that occur in a program in response to some undocumented set of commands, mouse clicks, keystrokes or other similar stimuli intended as a joke or to display program credits” — says the Wikipedia. Oh well, I’m too lazy to say it myself anyway.
So why am I giving you ande ka fundas? Several reasons actually.
- Easter is here so it seems like the right time to share some knowledge about eggs. Main nahin kehta Wikipedia mein likha hai yaaron said Amitabh in Laawaris (1981). Um, something like that.
- I love eggs. Scrambled, fried, boiled and as an omelette, they’re worth all that they’re cracked up to be.
- I was watching the Hindi movie Eggs Our Our (1994) starring Aamir, Salman, Raveena and Karishma, earlier today. *ducks to avoid the rotten eggs thrown at her*
You’re probably wondering if there’s a point to this blog? Yes, there is, and we’re coming right to it. Patience is a lost virtue, I tell ya. So .. I have an Easter egg hidden in my blog, and you’ve been looking at it for almost two months, and yet not a single soul has acknowledged its existence! *sniffle* Of course, nice person that I am, I shall conveniently assume that the sparkling wit and charm in my writing has kept you so engrossed that you never had a chance to look around for eggs. No worries, here’s your chance. It’s got something to do with reading the blog without being bothered by the goodies in the sidebar. C’mon, you don’t have to be a eccentric genius to figure it out. Enough hinting. Now start hunting.
Ah yesh, the prize. Hmm, lets see. How about a dozen farm-fresh jumbo-sized eggs? Not just any ordinary eggs. Eggs laid by hens on an organic high-protein vegetarian diet. Time for a tangent here. Don’t know if this is true in desh too or if it is a US-specific thing but I don’t understand this. Nor do I get why chicken in the grocery store is marked as being from hens raised on an all-veggie organic diet. So you first eat the eggs and then the hen as well, but the poor hen who lays the egg and is then turned into tikka masala has to remain a pure vegetarian through it all? Doesn’t get to have a last supper of its choice even? Bah! That’s a ‘fowl’ sense of justice, I tell ya! And I thought we lived in an egg-alitarian society and all. Tsk tsk.
Okie, I promise. No more nasty puns on eggs, chicken, ducks or any distant relative thereof. But have you ever wondered what is Bruce Lee’s favorite breakfast food? Egg-jacket-lee!
Happy egg hunting and a Happy Easter to all!