Category Archives: Animals

Written on Nov, 12, 2017 by in | Leave a comment
HARD ON THE HEXAGON OF BEEHIVES, MEITEILON, PHYSICS, &

The architectural instinct of honeybees in building hexagonal hives remained shenanigans for scientists for over 200 years. Even today it remains inexplicable. And, haunted by the ghost of Grierson, Meiteilon (Manipuri), which became popular with jockey appeals to unread readers, and which, after meticulous research by the Grub Street hack writers and cloistered academics, still remains a classic puzzle. Meiteilon …

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Written on May, 07, 2017 by in | Leave a comment
MODERN PLASTICS AND ANCIENT CATERPILLARS PLANS FOR HUMAN HEAD TRANSPLANT IN TEN MONTHS

Human intelligence is endless, though intelligence in the first century BCE, was no less than in this 21st century CE. It was the Roman philosopher Lucretius, who in the first century BCE, said the oldest proverb, known worldwide, as ‘what is food for one man may be bitter poison to others’ (quod ali cibus est fuat acre veneum). The indestructible …

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Written on Sep, 11, 2016 by in | Comments Off on THE RISE, FALL & RISE OF MOSQUITOES AND MALARIA
Female anopheles mosquito having dinner

The buzz of mosquito (Spanish for little fly) has become louder again since some sporting people got malaria during Rio 2016 Olympics in Brazil, and Zika virus has reached Florida in the US. In the battle for survival there is a recent discovery of how mosquitoes find their “attractive” victims. It seemed malaria was headed for history books but it …

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Written on Nov, 08, 2015 by in | Leave a comment
worker bees

  “To Autumn” by Keats, is one of the most anthologised lyrical poems ie emotional and songlike poetries. As a lover of English literature I went to see Keats’ house – a small house in Hampstead, north London, many years ago. It is now a museum with an autumn look. The plum tree in the small front lawn, under which …

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Written on Sep, 27, 2015 by in | Leave a comment
The Owl

As I survey the wondrous Manipur with blue mountain ridges and green valley, the dusty country roads beckon me to the land where I was born. Though politics is not my brand of whisky, I’m like meeerkats of Kalahari Desert that often stand up to look around and make low-pitched barking sounds. I’m a believer in the survival of the …

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