A house made of glass
That belongs to times past.
Dreaming in the sunshine
In a world now paced rather fast.
The sun, however, rises
Just as it used to do
When people from other shores
Walked around and watched the view.
Twice a year, it gets filled
With an array of dazzling flowers.
But it looks just as beautiful
In its peaceful, empty hours.
Oh, house of glass, lying beneath
A bluu, cloud-mottled sky…
You were a jewel before we were born;
You’ll be a gem after we die.
"Will you walk into my parlour?" Said the spider to the fly. "I've spread a carpet of silk and diamonds! Walk in, and don't be shy! Do come along, for I grow thinner... I've LOVE to have you, ahem, for dinner!" Jokes apart, Funnel Web Spiders also called Wolf Spiders, are named because of the funnel-like web they weave...and the second name is given because they are ferocious predators. They build a flat sheet of nonsticky web with a funnel-shaped retreat to one side or occasionally in the middle, depending on the situation and species. The typical hunting mode is…
It was like a rare alignment of the planets: several factors come together to pull me out of my usual Ranga Shankara ambit for watching a play. I had not been to visit Bangalore International Centre, which opened a while ago in Domlur; Bangalore Little Theatre, as part of their "VP 80" festival, was staging "Credit Titles"; the play, written by Vijay Padaki, whose 80th birthday the festival marks, was based on a story by Vinod Vyasulu, an eminent economist whom I've known for a long time, as our daughters share a cose friendship dating from 1988. And last but…