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 Same as title. Ramayana Series is finally back with Episode 6, which is not a sequel but rather a special episode!  So, sit back, relax on the occasion of Gudi Padwa, and enjoy the retelling of Ramayana. The video is render in 4K, thus it is one of the highest quality video of this channel along with 'Intellect or Strength? Manas-Tejas Episode 1'. And if you got issues with your audio devices, no need to worry, I’ve got captions too this time! I can just go on yapping about this Episode. I was very excited for this. Really excited. I definitely count in the 'Best of Curious Herald' playlist for now.  Of course how can I forget this! This video too with the available time and resources took more than an year to create...The idea was thought off way back in November 2024, right after the Eklavya video.  But there was the Manas Tejas Series which I had to post in order to meet with the April Fools Day occasion. I was hyped regarding that video too.  And of course ...

Stories will be back after a long hiatus. Thank you so much patience, will never stop and bring something.  Regards, Shanmukha 

  Unknown Simulation I woke up, From a bed that I never made, With the feet that my genetics gave, On a house that somebody made, In the world that Big Bang gave. Then I approach the desk, That was formed of a tree, Which I never grew Yet gave up its life Unwillingly painfully. I touch the can, Which the factory produced, To get the paste and brush Invented by somebody else, For cleaning the teeth That hormones made. I get the tap,  Which was fit not by me. Out the water oozed, That came from the Himalayas, Formed by geology, For a greater biology. Henceforth goes this morning Which the rays of sun introduced To this face of mine, That cherished the illuminating mine. At the end, It’s the paper in the purse, And Nature’s purpose That got me this life. It’s ten thirty now, I take a bow, Towards this vow, A four lettered word That binds us all.

  Proteans. A stitch in time saves nine. But someone said it’s nein. Because they’re only one. The joke wasn’t fun. Not supposed to be Since I’mn’t here to spill the tea.

  Priceless Presents. Little landscape of whirly white Little like whole wheat bread bright Bitter butter add it young lad Add some Santa’s Secrets And get the dividends  And get the addends Merry Christmas Enjoy the bakes!

  Rotting and clotting, as always Neither red nor blue just like a useless clue Still better than a chameleon anyways There’s no real so called ‘kick’ As there’s no ball since it is already lost Since the days of hood were killed by the brick Laid by a few seconds at an unknown cost I feel like nothing but a piece of glue The glue glitch virus which leads to chronic D And makes millions of life, pay a fee.

  In Inn. Hey join our inn  And start with the gin Perks? A shark fin But this isn’t any Jinn. So just workout and in.

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Pleading & leading my bunch of cases, I like to play and lay more chips, Before I tie my lazy laces And delete all packages n pips. Paper and paper all around, Proofs on roofs and we don't care, Guilties keep on being surround A common bond that you'll share. Courts and coats What's the difference? Brainrot? Eat oats No flourescence.

Cover page of the book launched on Amazon :) What happens when a generation raised on infinite scroll tries to find finite meaning? Loopy Chaos  isn't some great Shakespeare stuff.  No flowery verses about sunsets . This is what gets written at 2 AM when the  algorithm won't let you sleep.  When your feed is full of outrage but your polling booth stays empty. When you're told you're the future but can't afford the present. Inside these pages: I’ve written about society, nature, hypocrisy, money, language, identity, delusion, elections — and yes, even a confused hippo without the use of controversial language. And a father's wisdom that actually makes sense. Some of it will make you laugh. Some will make you uncomfortable. Most will make you think "wait, did I just get called out?" This is poetry for people who don't read poetry. Written in frustration during the doom-scroll spiral. Inspired from philosophers. Just honest chaos from someone who refu...

Sky roots  Shanmukha Trinkets twinkle, while anklets ain’t jingling, No dancing ladies no orchestra deities. Stars are asleep though fusion is fusing Lights far away once reached tons and tons Glitter without glitter, because grass was green. Now they say “Grass is so brass.” Brass is in it’s own race with Au,  Though there’s no glitter for you. Some say “What are watts?” Wards like me know only watts We say “Something is phishy” Well something is definitely fussy. Where was that glow? Even if it returns Sadly I’d still be low. Because I never knew that churn. Hulk and Milk has a thing in common Both of them are just not summoned. Or should I say just not anymore? Do we have a dying door Or a lying lore? Or don’t bore, and make it soar.  Oh hey you know why a wild boar Landed on the street with its feet? Lights are there but in reality We’ve lost the mighty. Sky tsars now black scars Something is now nothing Dark matter, bright banter The round bread is the now lone king....

Tsar, I’ve got the bucks  Give me a latte. Even though it sucks, I sip for karate. Lotta caffeine, Tastes like Bassein  Neat and clean, No money? Mean machine

Scrap this scrap that, Oh why is this so crap? So cringy, so weird just looking like a mad cat, Seems like Eminem's forgetten draft of rap Who's God, Who's me though by the way? By the bay, who's there hey! Gay clouds sound hound, I have no thoughts oh bots, Mind is a lot of bot, Oh bot please clot. Oh you won't? Ok I shut up, Just lit the hit up, I'm having a hiccup, Ha chee, long time no see. You're here? Pay the fee.

Some say write right, I eye ice's eyes, Tie a tie, oh hi phi, You're your iron ion, We always Vi, T makes Tea, Word is my bard,  Brain is the bird, Bird bard, oh what is this shit, Just say "What the hell?" And it's over. Utter. Non. Sense.

04.10.2025 Hello Everybody, Following my recent update on Pradhyumna Nittala (my personal blog), I wanted to formally welcome you to Curious Herald , which is now evolving into a space for both new thought-provoking stories and in-depth poems . This blog is becoming a home for creativity that blends intellect and emotion—stories that challenge, reflections that provoke, and poems that arise naturally from deep thinking. Poems, for me, are not just written—they emerge when I’m in that state of intense thought, almost like a natural art form. That’s why you’ll see Curious Herald’s creativity return gradually , but the frequency may not always be consistent just like the YouTube channel. Life is pulling me toward other priorities (as I mentioned here ), and these projects demand focus and time. This space is meant to capture both the spark of new thoughts and the quiet intensity of introspection. I hope you’ll enjoy exploring it with me, one story, one poem, and one thought at a time. Re...

 To be published on YouTube soon, here's the story, have a great laugh: Manas and Tejas in phone: Tejas: (gasps) Mana: Hey! What are you drinking?  Tejas: Yes!  Manas: I asked you what are you drinking?  Tejas: Yes! I'm drinking Yes!  Manas: Man, I know you're drinking, but what is it that you're exactly drinking!  Tejas: I am drinking a branded cold drink called Yes! Hi Manas, Nice to Fool you!  Manas: You and your Intellect! Nevermind...

A while ago, there lived an obedient kid, who was so much obedient that all the parents in the neighborhood used to compare their kid with him. Yes, he was the typical Sharmaji's son, but in terms of manners and social order. But the school peon took advantage of his behavior and sometimes even blackmailed him.  One fine day, the peon once again wanted to bully the kid. He ordered the kid to throw his own watch inside the well to which the student couldn't deny due to the fear of being bullied. Hence, he threw it inside the well. And now, the evil peon threatened him to get inside the well to get the watch with the condition that he'll complain his parents that he threw his own watch. The kid did jump into the well, but unfortunately, it marked his end. The peon then closed the well, thinking that he was still searching his watch with no knowledge of the accident.  The next day, the parents complained the principal for the missing of the child and hence a search operation w...

What's this city? Is it infinity? Interesting is when it never stops, It's depressing when it gets no props! Kids love it, But adults limit it; Don't know why, But there's always a sigh... This thing's a Herald, Not owned by Gerald, We love it Mario, Never stop Casio! Why are we here? Just to question and hear! What's our purpose? To know the because...! Check out the YouTube Channel -  youtube.com/@CuriousHerald

  Manas, Tejas, and Bruzo: The Day They Faced the Witch at the Park Manas and Tejas — best friends with a perfect balance of qualities. Tejas, strong and fearless, always ready to confront challenges head-on. Manas, sharp and strategic, who believed brains and calm thinking win the day. Alongside them was Bruzo, their clever and loyal dog, always by their side. One bright morning, the trio decided to take a break from their forest home and visit the city’s famous play park. They set off on their trusty tractor, full of excitement. After swapping the tractor for a sleek car at a nearby showroom, they arrived at the park and spent hours enjoying the rides and playing games. Laughter filled the air, and Bruzo chased after butterflies with unbounded energy. But the joy was short-lived. Among the crowd was a mysterious figure — a witch disguised as a small boy. Her true plan was sinister: to harm the innocent visitors and feast on their life force. Suddenly, the witch shed her dis...

There lived two boys — X and Y. They had been natural friends since childhood, relying on each other's support due to their vastly different yet complementary qualities. X possessed a fit, wrestler-like physique, always believing that physical strength was the greatest asset. On the other hand, Y was a mentally intelligent chap who firmly supported the supremacy of intellect. Their frequent debates always revolved around one question — Which is better: strength or intellect? One day, Y devised a clever plan to prove his point and outsmart X. He invited X to his home for a sugarcane juice party, promising to arrange the refreshments himself. X, thrilled by the invitation, reached Y's home early, eagerly waiting for the treat. Meanwhile, Y went to the market and ordered two glasses of sugarcane juice for takeaway. When he returned, he greeted X with an exaggerated smile. "Welcome, my esteemed guest! Please make yourself comfortable while I, your humble host, serve you the fi...

Dear Esteemed Readers, Ladies and Gentlemen, Young and Old! I'm thrilled to share a special announcement with all of you today!  Curious Herald proudly presents our first-ever eBook on Amazon!   “The Forest's Resolve” invites you to explore a magical jungle brimming with life, courage, and unity. This enchanting story whisks young readers (ages 0-10) into an unforgettable adventure, where animals of all shapes and sizes band together to defend their home from unexpected intruders. From the mighty lion to the wise elephant and their brave feathered and furry companions, every character teaches invaluable lessons about teamwork, courage, and environmental care . Why You’ll Love This Book Perfect for bedtime – A heartwarming tale that leaves little ones dreaming of bravery and friendship. Richly illustrated – Captivating artwork brings the lush jungle and its vibrant characters to life. A timeless message – Sparks conversations about nature, unity, and how every s...

 Happy 2025 - Enjoy the evening with our video!

In the heart of a dense jungle, a notorious robber named Valiyo made his living through robbery. He was feared by travellers and revered by his family, who relied on his stolen goods to sustain their lives. One day, Sage Narada, the ever-mischievous celestial bard known for his devotion to Lord Vishnu, happened to pass through the jungle. As always, Narada was dressed in simple robes, carrying his veena, and chanting “Narayana, Narayana!” in a melodious rhythm. Valiyo spotted him from afar and mistook him for a wealthy priest. “This man must have hidden riches,” he thought, eyeing Narada’s attire and veena with suspicion. With a wicked grin, Valiyo drew a sharp knife from the folds of his dhoti and concealed himself in the bushes, ready to strike. As Narada drew nearer, Valiyo leapt out, brandishing his knife. “Stop right there, Brahmana!” he bellowed. “Hand over all your riches, or I’ll chop you to pieces with this blade!” Narada, undisturbed, responded calmly, “Narayana, Narayana! De...

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