Everything about little Pandu

Its a mystery she said, an complete mystery (as if there are half and incomplete ones) But this atleast is something I can solve. and by god, I have solved it.
I was now curious as a kitten as to what this mystery could be and what exactly she had solved.
Whats the mystery I ask.
Ah, the mystery. here it is:What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?
A puzzle I said now whats the mystery.
It is for me she replied.
Ok! so how come you were able to solve it.
Thats simple she said, it is as simple as: How does little Pavdu cross the road?
He looks to the left, he looks to his right, and he looks up at sky to make sure nothing falls on is head!

Hmm, from where did I get that one from.
well from a grasshopper who claims to be manjushree followed by one [...]

Phenomenology of Zero

0’ (zero) is a dangerous number, It has uncanny proprieties, it does not behave like rational numbers do. It flouts the very ordering of ratio. Neither addition or subtraction, nor multiplication, nor division behave as they are supposed to. Without the conceptual understanding of the ‘0’ (zero), the Greeks kept tumbling into insurmountable paradoxes. For example, the Zeno’s paradox arise because his inherited sense making, or referential and conceptual framework lacked all mathematical and conceptual sense of ‘0’ (zero); introduce ‘0’ (zero) and his paradoxes cease to be paradoxical. But there are no [...]

Papa look a Green Eyed Monster

Back in his room, he had many things to say about him, like: “I don’t ever see him directly, he always follows me when I am alone, always hiding behind my back.” and he said all this with great drama; first he would modulate his voice as if he was about to tell you something eerie, then he would stare at you with swollen nostrils wide eyed and blurp: “He has green eyes papa, dark green and shining.” [...]

Once there was a little Jackal

There was no answer, rather one sensed the growth of total silence between the two, and it was not some sort of mute and dumb silence, but rather it seemed to have a voice, and its voice was not something static but to the contrary, it seemed to spread and penetrate all its neighbors by ingesting even the woods and the rocks with ears. So long and empty was this meditative silence that one could almost hear the crow cawing several miles away and if a cloud or the heaven above could whisper, one would almost hear it.
The Jackal kept staring at the star lit heaven, one felt almost as if he was trying to penetrate the very veil of the universe, to rend it asunder, to make it speak.
After a while he spoke.
“So have you found an answer Mr. Bear?” [...]