Skip to main content

The Surgical Strike

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 20; the twentieth 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.


The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

Credits

Image - Window Rain Drops by Eric Alder
Courtesy - www.deviantart.com via www.blogaton.in

Comments

  1. Hahaha....Well no, u didn't suck. Not this time....I liked the Icecream jumping out at the end of ur post..... :)

    ReplyDelete
  2. aha what a war :D
    waise rainy days mei ice cream ka maza hi kuch aur hai...
    I loved the suspense :D mast narrations hai :D

    ReplyDelete
  3. sweeeet...Its raining and I am heading out to get one of those bars...:D

    ReplyDelete
  4. That was cute :)
    Liked it a lot !!!

    Take Care.

    ReplyDelete
  5. LOL :D That was fun, as always, Sid! Liked it a lot!

    My Blogaton Entry

    ReplyDelete
  6. cute from Siddesh.. "Ice cream..." Love your take on the image dude.. Awesome..

    Good luck for BAT....and ~ the pic became our.. the home became our... ~

    and vote for your favorite entries here

    Someone is Special

    ReplyDelete
  7. It certainly was captivating! Nice one.
    All the best for BAT.

    ReplyDelete
  8. What exactly was the theme? I couldn't figure it out. :D

    ReplyDelete
  9. can be made into a good ice cream commercial...nice one!!

    ReplyDelete
  10. a different thought...made me smile... brought my memories back

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

What do you think about the post? Have your say, like, dislike or even hate me. Tell me.

You might also want to Subscribe to RSS feeds or follow me on Twitter (@sidoscope) or on facebook

I don't need weapon, I have a sharp tongue.

Popular posts from this blog

The moaning of life #2 Childhood Trauma

The entire shark family is out for a hunt, and the little fish are running for their life. We get to cheer as the Baby Shark does Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo with his family, calling on the family - extended family and sometimes robots on the 'hunt' because your offspring decides that that is the one song they want you to play or a tantrum follows. Many of you will say it's not the content but the catchy tune that draws the babies towards the nonsequential song, but it's more than that. It's the sheer repeatedness that draws your angst towards the piece. And YouTube provides the music based on how much time you want your baby to be engaged to it. You have a 60+ minute version and a 120+ minute version. The same shark family going out on the same hunt. And it's not just the Shark family. Weirdly, baby JJ and his family sing random songs, go on a holiday and even increase the family. I am talking about Cocomelon, which has arrived in your child's life as he murmurs t

We used to build civilizations. Now we build shopping malls.

The human evolution is a constant race against boredom, men have for generations tried to overcome boredom is many ways possible. In olden days, they got bored, they build civilizations, big massive civilizations. The ancient Egyptians had pyramids, the Babylon build the hanging garden for people to hang out. People from far and wide come to visit the Taj Mahal, praising its divine beauty, not knowing that it was build after the wife died, thus partly in guilt. Rome was not build in a day, indication they were super bored. Then came the great barbarian evolution and they started raiding cities. Don't forget Atila the Hun who constantly attacked cities whenever he got free time. Alexander was super bored and he decided to conquer the entire world, but while these men where attacking cities and building civilizations, the women where thrown into a abyss of impending boredom. What would Mrs. Atila do when her husband was busy attacking Rome? Or What would the wives of the

Will you follow me please?

"Did you follow me?" I asked walking to my desk. "What? You are just back from the washroom," he replied, "Why would I follow you there?" "No, not there..." I replied correcting him, "That would be so Gay, I meant follow me on twitter... http://twitter.com/sidoscope " "Why would I follow you on twitter?" he questioned. "So that you hear me speak..." I replied. "Why would I hear you speak? We share the cubicle together and we are together for eight hours a day," he asked. "Because I make witty remarks on everything on twitter..." I replied. "But you make witty remarks on everything you see, and I don't like it...." he resorted. "But my remarks are refined and subtle on twitter," I argued, "And I write them very carefully thinking about everything..." "Where you doing that in the meeting with your phone?" he questioned. "What?" "I