The Chicken-Egg Debate

This is quite an old e-conversation I once had. This was during my last week at IIT Kanpur where I had this with Sid, another of those species of "I nearly made it to humanity" or "Homo: Definitely, Sapien: Approximately". So this was predictably a day before my final exams and we had a whale of a time... this being one of several para-intellectual intercourses that we indulged ourselves in. Interestingly, this was the tagline of another guy who was already bugged with us so we decided that the summation fnction works just as well for the bugging variable and went on with it... Read on...

What came first, the chicken-biryani or the egg-fried-rice?

Sangeet:
Definitely, most definitely the egg fried rice...
says S!
S=S->next
What say, S++?

Siddharth:
Neither... the afghani murg -- alphabetically.
S=S++

Sangeet:
Not to forget, considering alphabetix (abeg ya pah-don Monsieurs Goscinny and Uderzo), the Addis-a-baba Da Dhaba Dee Andey dee Biryani...

Siddharth:
Again beaten by the Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa chicken. This is what you get ifyou order chilli chicken at certain railway station refreshment rooms:after some time, there is a long, high-pitched, prolonged scream from thegeneral direction of the kitchen and then the dish is dumped on yourtable (personal experience, I assure you).
Ssuperego

Sangeet:
And then there was the 111 chicken, also called Nelson's chicken... but then, that beat the vagaries of mere alphabet considerations and resurfaced as the first ever...
Mind you, the notion of the 0 chicken has already been discarded.
First ever... alphabetically , if not historically...
Historically, Adam met the Chicken before she laid the egg... but since the chicken lived to lay the egg, he didn't have a chicken biryani... ate the egg fried rice instead...

Siddharth:
Historically, we must not forget El Poio Diablo, the Terrible DemonChicken (anybody played Curse of Monkey Island here?), which ate Adam soonafter, thus creating a recursive cycle.
But anyway, more proof that the egg came later:
"And on the seventh day He rested"
Seventh day = Sabbath = Sunday
And as we all know:
Meri jaan meri jaan sunday ke sunday
Meri jaan meri jaan ande ke ande etc etc...
The egg came a day later.
QED.
S++

Sangeet:
Bamboozled in the spiritual realms... the vicinity of Hades... you talk of the demonic chicken but provide no reference to any demonic chicken Biryani... am sure that Lucifer et al enjoyed a lot of El Poio Diablo's eggs' fried rice...that is, before any chicken biryani came into the picture


And that's how it ended... no, it wasn't us... it was the third party in question who cried murder over the violation of his tagline... that guy was properly bugged out of his wits...

Credits

You have the unparalleled privilege of chancing upon this blog coz of the following people:

ME: Cmon, isn't that obvious... If I hadn't conjured these magical bytes from the "ethernet" in the first place, what exactly wolud you have been able to do? You must admit, this adds spice to your life... (bows).. I'm graceful about appreciation... thank you!

Kima: Now what the hell is this bugger doing here... Turns out that he is one hell of a "go-and-check-out-my-blog-na" kinda guy... So he pings me 24X7 about his crazy blog and finally, I end up with some space for myself as well...

Devika: I like people who prefer delusion to reality... More so when, in their delusory state, they feel that I have my way with permutations of the alphabet... So till she gets back to reality and starts telling me I'm a "no-good"er, she can bask in the glory out here... :D

The Twisted Shout gang: They are as jobless as I am...

All those out there who firmly believe I am nuts: Not only do you provide me with yet another opinion, you also provide me with an excuse for all the accidents on this URL...

And finally, to the rest of the human race (and all similar specimens who claim membership) for without you all, I would have nothing to comment upon... U punks make such an entertaining pack! esp. the specimens...


For the convenience of lesser mortals who have been in the habit of putting 2 and 2 together and always getting 4 (life can be so predictably boring for some), there is something called Sarcasm... an appreciation of which is a prerequisite for any subsequent navigation of this blog...