The butterflydiaries ‘Scribbler’ awards go to….-
Avdi, she who brings eggs that be rotten to her feast, hath given me ye famous award.
As is the case with awards, ye olde “you scratch my @%$e, I’ll scratch you%’$” rule applieth.
I hereby proclaim ye grande old rules for all to follow:-
Each Superior Scribbler must in turn pass The Award on to five most deserving blog friends.
Each Superior Scribbler must link to the author and the name of the blog from whom he/she has received The Award.
Each Superior Scribbler must display The Award on his/her blog and link to the original post at The Scholastic Scribe which explains The Award.
Each blogger who wins The Superior Scribbler Award must visit the original post at The Scholastic Scribe and add his/her name to the Mr. Linky List. That way, we’ll be able to keep up-to-date on everyone who wins This Prestigious Honor.
Each Superior Scribbler must post these rules to his/her blog.
Shince ve ar awl Indian and my blohg, excuz pliss, is of naturalist caste, you know…
So though I am enjaying sew menny good blogs – by penniless Roshmi-amma, Gilpa (Rosie) Sharg, Mr farce, Miss-tedious Kadduji, LS didi, ty ‘notso’ nice, the finer noisy note and so menny udders…
the awards naturally going to these blogs…
(long roll of drumbeats….)
There was a literary flowergirl of Madras
who had quite a cute little … 😉 blog
who wrote of birds and things so passe
as a spider, plant, dragonfly and frog.
With his lady love in Italy
Rocksea may enjoying be
but he hasn’t lost the knack
of describing nature or scenery
“Mera Bharat is mahaan enough!”,
proclaims this naturalist undercover.
because of matunga-kaapi, chai-shai, shtories and shtuff
but no mention of forgotten courser!
In Anush‘s Livejournal
you never know what are the new treats
photos, anecdotes, delights eternal
culture, running, tech-stuff, tweets
Yuwaraj, photographer extra-fine
sneak previews nature’s party
records cute little colourful vignettes
and blog-posts them in Marathi
There, that be done, begone all of ye and propagate five little scribblers each….
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27 September 2009 at 6:03 am
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
I am delighted *beaming*… but I’m ‘Roshmi’ and not ‘Roshni’
The twist to the name (of my blog) was very entertaining to say the least! 🙂
27 September 2009 at 6:19 pm
My bad! Must have pressed the wrong key! Please forgive me!
28 September 2009 at 3:42 am
Thank you Mr Butterfly diaryist
An entertaining naturalist,
By including a rambler
Rather than a scribbler
You have given the Scribbler awards a twist!
29 September 2009 at 1:56 pm
I am speechless again
You have robbed me this time
with your kind words
of my ability to rhyme…
28 September 2009 at 1:45 pm
Thanks for the lovely award, ashwin!
Lady love has augmented the interest in nature and life around 🙂
Let us hope the letters and photographs WE splash around make some difference and bring forth the message of love and life with nature.
29 September 2009 at 1:52 pm
Well deserved award. Keep blogging! Pass it on!
29 September 2009 at 5:38 am
There once was a saheb in ye olde hindoostan
who wondered if he was to go to ye new battle
and then, he thought, why not, for the frontier
would always yield butterflies and birds and bees
and nowhere was a more enthu saheb seen,
who was clear in his fundas about donning the olive,
he who would not yield in staying back in cantt
and was always out there, first, with his binocs
Watching for birds and bees and butterflies
at the border, with his butterfly net and books
and the enemy watching him from afar, wondered,
if it was worth waging a war at all, for what?
To but run after a soldier in olive combat dress
who would rather watch birds than fire a bullet
they wondered, the enemy, if war code was rewritten
and they went about buying bird fieldguides
to be one better than our great soldier saheb
he who would not know a bulbul from a barbet
had some by chance made the enemy soldiers, all
become fellows of the royal ornithological society
29 September 2009 at 1:54 pm
Mr Bada Sahab, Thank you very much jee for the free rhyme accolade though I’m not sure if its a fusillade with me strung up in front of a brick wall!
16 December 2010 at 10:27 am
Ye cad… thou of unbelievers…
29 September 2009 at 8:47 am
Wow.. don’t know how I missed it. Thank you, Thank you.. more chocolates on your way 😉
29 September 2009 at 1:55 pm
To paraphrase Alice in Wonderland! How can I have ‘more’ when I haven’t had ‘any’! Keep blogging! Pass the award on! Will take you up on the chocolates when I visit Bangalore next!
29 September 2009 at 2:28 pm
Awww.. you made it all so nice. Thanks Ashwin. It was a TREAT giving you this award.
29 September 2009 at 4:11 pm
For all this rhyming
You are strictly to blame
for all these awards
I feel exactly the same
the credit finally goes
only to your very own name
AVA AVA AVA AVA AVA AVA AVA
30 September 2009 at 7:28 am
lol @ Mr farce 😀
dank u dank u ! and danks for the new nick :p
Here is my ode for you :
“In the land of dairies ,
I stumbled upon the butterfly diaries,
Colorful, thoughtful,
wonderful but no april fool,
It’s brings to light,
nature’s plight”
😀 I managed it !!!! uff !
30 September 2009 at 11:32 am
Just for that valiant effort you get a cup of hot Rooie-bos (herbal tea) from South Africa, one of my favourites!