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Just what's Square 1?
So you do want to know about it. Hmmm... let's see where we can begin. Have you ever experienced a day when you were dog-tired with absolutely no creativity oozing out? You would have just wanted to recline over on the nearest couch. If you were too lazy and yawning to do even that, then the carpet could do. Too lazy even to think about where you plan to lie down and take a nap. Hah, those hot and humid summer days!
You recline and start to think about the 23-½ deg earth's tilt to the ecliptic. Why, dear Jehovah, just why on earth did you have to put land over on the tropics? You could have made little islands instead of one huge landmass. The sea would have cooled the atmos. Anyway, you start to think about the paradise Jehovah is going to bring. No getting up early, taking bath or rushing to office. Nothing unrelishing! Preaching. Only preaching. Constructing wood houses. Planting fruit trees. Lots of 'em. Living in harmony. True peace and happiness. Hmmm...what days those would be. Just then your dog walks by, wakes you out of your slumber and licks your face, which means it wants its midday meal.
"C'mon Balaji, be quick. I'm hungry. And I've to watch over the neighbor's new french poodle. She was complaining that a mutt follows her. I'm going to show him who's the man!" 
Licks your hands now.
You yell at it, "All you want is to start munching your pedigree food. I'm dog tired Mylo!"
"Dog tired. Hhrrrff!
And I thought humans were the last of Jehovah's creations! Why do you humans tend to believe in backward evolution? And just why the hell do you believe in evolution at all? C'mon, I want my food.
Food, food food!" Starts licking your feet as a token of asking you to have mercy on it.
You look at it. Drooping chin, imploring eyes, unbrushed, yellow and bacterial canine teeth. Grinning at you tongue down. It's summer and hot. You get up and take out dog food from the cupboard, pour out some into his bowl and say, "Here you go Zomby. And you go to your house and take a nap after you finish eating. If I catch you advancing passes at our neighbor's cute breed, you're going to go to the vet!"
"Cute: only for me, only for me! But Ouch!
The mere mention of the monster (vet!) makes me mad master! All right, I won't and I'm dog tired too. Thanks Bal for feeding the poor stomach. Dear God Jehovah, bless Bal with loads of pedigree food boxes!
In Jesus' name I ask this. Amen!"
You make some citrus juice for yourself, pour in some soda and black salt and start sipping while watching your favorite National Geographic nature roll. Aha, Jehovah's creation, raw and unnoticed. The lush green hills and valleys, the bright white snow-clad mountain tops, the occasional chirping and squeaking of finches and doves, the tingling sound of the fresh and transparent river water. You wish you were there. The sound of natural music. Hah! Soothing, ain't it? The doorbell rings and you stare at the salesman artificially smiling at you giving you words of pleasantries and exaggerating about his corporation's next best product. You just slam the door at him yelling at him to go knock a more goofy bell.
You get back only to be disappointed your fav program's over. You switch off the TV and lie down on the couch, dog tired! So where were we?
y a w n i n g ? w a n t t o s l e e p ? c o m f y p l a c e... j u s t a h e a d ! h i t t h e s a c k . . .
In the process of being extended... Oh! don't forget to shift your head to the left!
Do you see this ->
What's cookin' chief?
Nuthin'. Hiawatha just took on the mantle of his tribe. He was enshrined with the title 'Pouncing Bear'.
While on a testing venture out into the deep dense jungles of the Amazon, he caught sight of a grizzly. The 1000-pounder was gnashing its teeth on a just caught fox. He remained there watching the monster beast munching on its food. It was busy with its culinary act. Then all of a sudden, it began to sniff around shaking its head vigorusly. It caught sight of Hiawatha and within a second, started to rush toward him. Hiawatha was terrified. But his tribal pride caught him by his tenterhooks and told him to remain calm. If he just stayed still and held his breath, the huge bear won't attack him and after a while would leave him to look for a live prey. But, for a while? How long was that while? Two minutes, three minutes or what? Anyway, he decided to hold his breath for as long as he can until the bear moved off.
The grizzly came near him, sniffed his ridiculus outfit and gave out a loud roar. Hiawatha didn't move a muscle. In reality he couldn't. He could no longer hold his breath as his lungs gave way to a huge whoof! The grizzly, for one moment, stood there just three feet from Hiawatha and then it happened.
The impossible happened! The animal took off never looking back. Hiawatha was puzzled. It's Indian tradition to ask anyone, man or beast, for a reason why he, she or it ignored anyone. His confidence came back with a thousand percent strength. And so our warrior took off after the bear and caught it a few yards after. He pounced on the grizzly with a bounce and came over it. The grizzly was panicky. It didn't even manage to look at Hiawatha's face. Then our man asked it in animal language (all Indians are well-versed in animal grunts and growls) what the hell was the matter with it and why it didn't kill him.
And then the next impossible thing happened. The huge grizzly folded his hands and prayed to Hiawatha to let it go. But our man was in no mood to unless the bear came up with a good explanation. Then the bear gave up and said, "Hiawatha's breath! Smell rotten flesh! Bear no eat rotten flesh! Bear kill and eat good meat! Lemme go, lemme go!" Then one last impossible thing happened. His tribesmen appeared on the scene from nowhere and on seeing the scene roared, "Long live Hiawatha! Hurray, warrior tamed grizzly!" Hiawatha raised his arms and stood with one feet on the bear's chest.
The bear just went into a deep coma. It's well-kept and well-fed (with an Indian spoon from an Indian bowl) and looked after by the Indians. They're awaiting for the moment it would open it's eyes. But our grizzly is not really into a coma. It's just acting like that. "Man, where bear like me get guest treatment. In jungle, bear kill and eat. Very straining. In here, good food bring by charming ladies! Ain't leaving till next Indian migration!"
