Curious Herald

What if the world of science wasn’t built in silence… but amidst pure chaos? A ball falls. An apple drops. A cat walks away. And somewhere in between, humanity keeps trying to explain everything. Chaotic World is a symbolic satirical ride through curiosity, discovery, confusion, and the absurd chain of ideas that shaped the modern world. Some references will scream. Some will whisper. The rest? Maybe they’re still waiting to be discovered. You do not need to know physics to read this poem. You only need curiosity. Welcome to the chaos. ____________________________________________________________________ [The chaos begins.] A ball is thrown Towards a marshy land Where seeds were getting sown Ball fell down with the sound of band The player says oh shit it went away But Cartesian says hey I’m here. And a person under a tree asks, “Why did it even fall?” Amidst all this, An office clerk sees this and says, “Ball attracts Earth.” The player then says “The ball attracts me.” And the clerk ...

 Hi and Lo! (To y'all and to a special person) You're literally the reason why I still run this thing. Sounds cliche, but it's what keeps me going. Math never lies.  Following the spirit of the last episode of the freshly restarted Ramayana Series, we're here with a Music video elevating your experience of the retelling. This video, will feature me with my face that'd be visible to you! It's not a classic face reveal, but one that matters. Animations haven't gone anywhere, they're still the cherry at the top.  And yes - Shanmukha (that’s me, still getting used to third-person drama) has sung Nama Ramayana – Bala Kanda . I generally make videos with brain (sounds quite like a flex, don't we use brains for literally everything?).  But this time, I used my heart too to produce this. Of course, not the 4-chambered heart, haha! I sang with whatever amount of skill I have in carnatic music.  I'll highlight this statement with bold letters: Great amount...

 Ramayana Series Episode 7 is live online! If you've been an ardent reader of this blog, but are not aware of the YouTube channel,  There's a series that I've been running since the dawn of 2022, titled 'Ramayana - The Epic Series'. And whether it is epic or not, it is your choice to judge it. Now for context, juggling between the various activities of life and making such videos, it's a good game altogether, and in the beginning, I really didn't have that 'maturity' enough to produce good videos. And, that's fine. With time my tastes changed, my thinking evolved, and the series somehow ended up in a long hiatus after the 5th Episode. Later on, my mom even said in between, "You aren't making any videos, even good videos in a while." From then on, I thought of making something that gives me creative satisfaction too, and not just algorithmic satisfaction and I happily became more inactive. I focused more on my personal work and this ...

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 rendered 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 thank you for amoun...

Stories will be back on Curious Herald after a long hiatus. I had posted more poetic pieces lately, and honestly, I enjoyed writing them. But Curious Herald was always built not just on poetry, but also on stories, strange ideas, adventures, questions, and worlds created out of imagination. And that part is returning again. Thank you for being patient during this phase. Some stories take longer to write than expected because ideas often look far better inside the mind than on paper. But the process continues. New characters, new concepts, and new narratives will be arriving soon. The next chapter of Curious Herald begins again. Regards, Shanmukha

  Unknown Simulation What happens when science proves that our living is someone else's simulation, or someone's generosity? Is generosity a simulation? Why should we be thankful if someone is generous? No, I don't want to parch your brain, yet, this piece delves upon these interesting questions. Our life itself, is the hint. 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 ...

  Priceless Presents. Christmas has quietly come and gone. Some markets made gains via unique offers. Festivals, as we know bring joy. But what makes it joyful? Are the systems that we created really meant to create prosperity? The following piece is a creative satire on the relation between markets and our current takes on festivals. 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!

What happens in courts? There's a case, lawyers debate, a judge decides, there's evidences and a guilty. Everybody thinks they got the spotlight. But who's really running the show? What is binding a case and makes it successful? This is a satirical piece of poetry on modern Justice System... It does not intend to harm anyone, but it consciously reviews the system. 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. ...

Manas and Tejas, two mutual friends, one believing intellect, while one was a muscle guy. One day, they both from the vicinity of their natives during summer vacations have a short conversation on a phone call: Manas: Oh man, hi, you haven't been calling much these days... Finally read a book that strength wins over intellect, huh? Tejas: (gasps) Manas: Hey! What are you drinking without telling me?  Tejas: Yes!  Manas: Yes, 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! I won't leave you once we meet again, I challenge you for a wrestling match. Tejas: Seems like I'm the only one enjoing the vacation. *camera zooms out* How are your conversations with your dearest friends going? It's always the complicated friend. 👀

Inspired by a Real Haunted Incident   Disclaimer: This is not a true story and is a pure inspired work of fiction. If there has been any mention of real names or places, it was pure coincidence. Enjoy this work, horror enthusiasts! 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 h...

Curious Herald (previously known as FUN WITH STORIES!) is almost nearing 6 years old. But what exactly is its purpose? The following piece of work illustrates the true vibe of Curious Herald, while it also expresses the quietly needed absurdity and ambiguous chaos we all equally love! 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...! Let the inner child, Shine high and bright!

  Manas, Tejas, and Bruzo: The Day They Faced the Witch at the Park Some friendships are built on similarity. The dangerous ones are built on contradiction. Manas and Tejas were best friends, though nobody truly understood how. Manas believed the world respected strength. Tejas believed the world bowed to intelligence. One solved problems with force. The other solved them before force became necessary. And somehow, between arguments, sarcasm, debates, and occasional threats of “I’ll prove you wrong one day,” they remained inseparable. Then there was Bruzo. Their dog, companion. Their unpaid therapist . One bright morning, the trio decided to take a break from their forest home and visit the city’s famous play park. Manas was excited for the rides. Tejas was excited to observe “urban recreational engineering.” Bruzo was excited because existing itself was enough reason for excitement. They rode their old tractor through dusty roads toward the city, attracting the exac...

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...