“The Greatest Show, on Earth”, it was dubbed. Would be more appropriate to call it the “Greatest Show in the Galaxy”, but thankfully, no one really seemed to mind. It had become a welcome distraction for all the inhabitants of the Rigel system, and we’d really become attached. Why, we even had a flourishing business around the whole shebang. Continue reading →
Here we welcome you, amongst the red stones
Where we have, our own Game of Thrones.
Quizzers are the Wildlings, their beards so long,
Perennially in pursuit, of right and wrong.
Mighty they stand, north of the wall,
And shower questions, like arrows tall.
Writers are the Starks, royal and upright,
Displaying through pen, their creative might.
They are the wolves, devouring prose,
From the Origins to the Deathly Hallows.
“Who made Ramdas co-ord?”, asked our last leader in pain
His well-knit crosswords are a solver’s ba(i)ne
Anshul’s a quizzer, his taglines hail from books
Don’t fall for them though, he’s wilder than he looks
Deva’s our nice guy, he’s polite and sweet
His smile can charm, the instant you meet
Sarthak puts much CP, you never see him sulk
Things people remember him for – his cycle and Hulk
On the buzzer, Sunil is quick with his thumb
So silent he is, often uncomfortably numb
Porn-ika’s so enthu, she stays up all night
From club to dorm, she’ll grab every PoR in sight