Of Varied Dialects

Idiom: Alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei.
Translation: Everything has one end, only the sausage has two.
Meaning: Everything comes to an end.

Cuilot had everything he had wanted. He had a loving family, a decent house, enough money to be able to satisfy his wants. He studied at the Morte University, one of the esteemed universities in the district. He was a smart child who could have passed as an adult if not for his low stature. His life would have been called perfect by some wishful thinkers.
Nothing good lasts for long. His entire life was shattered when his house burned down with his family. Cuilot could never get over the painful blaze which left him without anything. He stayed at his uncle’s house.
He wept for about a day after which he was temporarily embraced by sleep. In the morning, he refused to talk to anyone. Gradually he retracted himself from all attachments. He failed miserably at that. His heart constantly reminded him of what he had lost. His uncle decided to …

Bidding Adieu

Stroke by Stroke

To my best piece, A tiny corner, Not-so-famous gallery, Around the corner.
I may not have been able to get you into a high & mighty, pretentious gallery like the future paintings but you will be the one who will make it possible for me and for that I am thankful. I could not spend much time with you for which I am sorry but you must realize that I spent so much time in creating you that I had to part with you or face starvation.
However, I put far more work into you than the others. I faced many sleepless nights trying to make you perfect. You may be more flawed than you may like but I now accept you just the way you are. I faced harsh criticism from others who thought they knew better despite not having held a brush in years. I argued with them and you will be pleased to know you did not become “Modern Art”. I spared no expense in making you the best art piece I ever created. The canvas was better than your predecessors; even the colors I used were more expensive than a…



Well imagine this – you’re in your all-serious mood, determined  and have your heart set on finding the perfect cure to malaria but all that remains, is a sludge of sticky, ugly looking piece of your attempt in your apparatus – frustrating, isn’t it? Well, apparently not in the case of chemist William Perkin, who now is accredited by the world for his irreplaceable discovery of the first synthetic dye.
Perkin was an 18-year old student at the Royal College of London when he attempted to find an artificial alternative for quinine, an anti-malarial drug derived from tree barks which were highly expensive and time-consuming – despite countless tries, he wasn’t successful. However, during one of his experiments, he discovered a thick purple sludge; the color immediately caught his eye. The product, made of carbon-rich tar from distilled coal took on an interesting shade of purple, a color much in demand by the textile industry at the time. Perkin isolated the hue, which he named ‘mauve’ –…