Comments on: Reaving and Slaying

By: banjo

banjo — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 12:49:49 +0000

just because all bongs left Cal doesn’t mean you can downgrade my city like that

By: Nandan

Nandan — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 08:43:10 +0000

Pradipta: non-disdainful…hmm..It’s a start. Hello to you, too, my friend…

By: Davenchit

Davenchit — Tue, 25 Mar 2008 05:23:55 +0000

Brother Kunal and Brother Aadisht,

Your confusion can be resolved by referring to that classic work on the Hermeneutic Ontology of Battleaxes, Meditations on Reason, Ethics and Compromise by the great Cimmerian thinker, Conan.
I quote:

“The mysterium tremendum et fascinans of Battleaxes, at the very cusp of acting carpe jugulum, or the numinous nature of the recurve bow during battles on the steppes, has led the neo-Platonist-Reaver, Kull, to ascribe to them agency. Yet, is agency an Universal? And is not the attribution of agency to Battleaxes an error in Category? For what is the Proximate Cause of fountains of blood and hoarse screams, if not pantherish reflexes, untramelled by the hesitations of Civilized Men?”

Your petty squabbling about who will be slaughtered, and where, obscures the fact that, like the recurve bow(or battleaxe), you are not agents- you are merely the conduits of agency, which is, in turn, nothing but the insatiable bloodlust of Dhoomketu Khan. Do not ever forget this.

By: Pradipta

Pradipta — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 21:45:20 +0000

Aadisht: For years of suffering a certain irksome gentleman at school and then open quizzes, vindication has happened. Ah, you have no idea of the depth of my smugness.

Nandan: I am non-disdainful Bong quizzer. On behalf of my brethren I say hello.

By: Nandan

Nandan — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 10:08:51 +0000

Ahh…vicarious pleasure surrounds me! For all the Bong quizzers who looked at us Mumbaiwallahs with disdain. “No quizzing kaalchaar” they said. We shall beat them and return to the station in time to catch the last Goregaon local.
Good job, K Aadishtan.
Of course, good self is pretty much out of quizzing circuit, letting the young ones take over.

By: Aadisht

Aadisht — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 09:20:48 +0000

Brother Kunal: Your point about me being of the Song is correct, but this may not be the case for very long. It is increasingly likely that in the next couple of months, I shall either defect to the Mongol Hordes, or to bucolic pastoral lands where no quizzing takes place at all. Do remember that the Prophecy of Davenchit also states: With a thriving industry, plenty of beer and wide roads for quick transportation of men and materials, these are formidable opponents. Yet defectors from the empire have provided us with valuable intelligence with which we will destroy their strongholds, sow the earth with salt and drink all the beer.. Wimp: The Nihilanth Open Quiz was held before Dhoomketu Khan welded the quizzers of Bombay into a mighty fighting force, capable of withstanding the most non-non-heinous of questions on Bengali poetry. Even when the quiz is eldritch, the hordes shall triumph. Pradipta: Indeed! Morale has been shattered.

By: Pradipta

Pradipta — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 07:53:08 +0000

Not quite the first time in years. More like, they’re rarely so soundly trounced. And that too by eldritch upstarts and not heavy bong heavyweights.

By: skimpy

skimpy — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 04:44:51 +0000

cheap guy
you already forgot that Nihilanth “open” quiz? thatz what the bongs will do when threatened with south indian domination – they’ll soon stop having proper quizzes in cal

By: Kunal

Kunal — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 01:17:14 +0000

I see you have committed the sin of Croesus and read the prophecy of Davenchit the wrong way. In the prophecy, the BQC star as the Mongol Horde, while you Bangalore quizzers take the place of the Song Empire. While it is true that the Song conquered the Jin at long last and (re)took their lands, this was but the beginning of the war between the Song and the khans who succeeded Temuchin. By conquering the Jin/Calcutta, you have sowed the wind. Unfortunately, it is the whirlwind of the Mongol/Bombay invasion into your own heartland that you shall reap.