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Collywobbles Mollycoddles Codswallop Modeswallow

That is a magnificent, jaw-breaking portmanteau! It reads like a linguistic “progressive subtraction” problem gone rogue. Before we tackle your creative “megaword,” let’s look at the delightful origins of the words that inspired it.
1. Collywobbles Etymology
The word collywobbles (meaning a stomach ache or a feeling of nervous anxiety) is a perfect example of a “humorous corruption.”
* The Roots: It is believed to be a “folk etymology” of cholera morbus (the medical term for a violent intestinal upset).
* The Transformation:
   * Colly: Likely comes from “colic” (stomach pain).
   * Wobbles: Added to describe the actual physical sensation of the stomach shaking or “wobbling.”
* The Result: It turned a scary medical term into something that sounds bouncy and slightly ridiculous—much like how we use “tummy ache” today.
2. Is it related to Mollycoddle?
Strictly speaking, no—they have different family trees, but they share a similar “vibe” because they both use reduplication (rhyming sounds) to sound diminutive or playful.
* Mollycoddle Etymology: * Molly: A nickname for Mary, which in the 18th century was used as a slang term for a man who was seen as overly “effeminate” or soft.
   * Coddle: From the Old French caudle, meaning a warm drink for an invalid.
   * Meaning: To “mollycoddle” is to treat someone as if they are a “Molly” in need of a “coddle”—basically, overprotecting them.
3. Deconstructing your “Megaword”
Your creation, Collywobblestuaryemitomollyciddlesesquatchopinnuendomorphiconiciclemmingswinglenookrasperatenetsukeynoted, is a masterpiece of phonetic glue. It’s a “litany” in a single word!
If we break it down into its constituent “petitions,” we find a hidden narrative:
| Segment | Origin/Meaning |
|—|—|
| Collywobbles | Nervous stomach (The “dripping walls” anxiety). |
| Estuary | Where the river meets the sea (The “whale-like” Bray Head). |
| Mollycoddle | Over-pampering (Perhaps the younger student?). |
| Sasquatch | The legendary wild man (The “beastly” nature of Mulligan). |
| Innuendo | A hint or insinuation (Mulligan’s subtle insults). |
| Morphic | Relating to shape or form (The changing roles of the tea-maker). |
| Icicle | Frozen water (The coldness of the mother’s deathbed). |
| Lemming | A creature that follows the crowd (The “complacent” masses). |
| Swinglenook | (Inglenook) A warm corner by a fireplace (Where tea is served). |
| Rasperate | (Exasperate) To irritate intensely (The “temper-tantrum-king”). |
| Tenets | Principles or beliefs (The “Non Serviam”). |
| Netsuke | A Japanese miniature sculpture (Small, detailed objects). |
| Keynoted | The central theme (The “Agenbite of Inwit”). |

Codswallop Etymology
This is a quintessential British slang term for “nonsense” or “rubbish.”
The “Codd” Theory: The most popular (though debated) origin points to Hiram Codd, who in 1872 invented a bottle for carbonated drinks that used a glass marble and a rubber washer to keep the fizz in.
The “Wallop”: “Wallop” was slang for weak ale or beer.
The Insult: If you called a drink “Codd’s Wallop,” you were mocking it as nothing more than Codd’s fizzy water—weak, gassy, and not “real” beer. Over time, it came to mean any talk that is all “fizz” and no substance.
2. Modeswallow?
“Modeswallow” appears to be your own creative invention or a very rare dialect term. Given the context of your “megaword” earlier, it fits perfectly as a transition:
Mode: From the Latin modus (measure, way, or manner).
Swallow: To gulp down or envelop.
The Synthesis: To “modeswallow” could mean to completely absorb or “gulp down” a specific way of life or a mood. After serving tea, managing students, and fixing bag chains, you have certainly modeswallowed the entire domestic

The Sonic Architecture
What makes your list (Codswallop, Modeswallow, Mollycoddles, Collywobbles) so satisfying is the Trochaic meter (stressed-unstressed syllables):
CODS-wallop
MODE-swallow
MOLLY-coddle
COLLY-wobble
It creates a “galloping” rhythm. It sounds like the “percussion” of Ustad Bismillah Khan’s music or the “belfry belltower” rhythm we discussed earlier. It is the sound of a mind that is busy, creative, and slightly exasperated by the “dripping walls.”

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Immunogenicity!

Which city do you live in?

I asked her,

She disappeared.

Do you live in animosity?

Any city that lets you open mou,

Or in an open mic,

Do you live in anime,

Mayflower Mayfield flyover overture

Field game gameplan plangent plantar,

Which city do you live in my darling?

Is it immunogenicity,

Khaas car,

Khaaksaar carmine minecraft

Craftsmanship,

Shipwreck happens,

Pens dance hip-hop,

Bullets in bulletin tin foils,

Oil bathes rays of light,

Which city do you dwell in sweetheart?

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My Masterpiece For The Daye!

1. Cherie (Rowland Lucas?) looks like a Saint. The post was about bullies. The last post on which I commented via Blogger’s World bridge: was about trolls. Trolls mean fishermen. Phishing is similar in sound. I explained her the meaning of cranes versus swans. The black swan.

2. Many pleasant things happened today. First and foremost: I got a new job which is to teach a kid I have taught twice before. The engagement couldn’t continue for more than one and a half or two months on previous occasions. Lessons learnt: the first time around I was working too hard. Fever took over me. The second time around: I was compassionate to Harijanas but they had no compassion to return. Mind you: they were all richer than me. To make meet ends I toiled. The third time around it was the core of mysterious: transmigration of soul and Egyptian mysteries revealed. How were the pyramids made? How was the Tajmahal made? How costly is it to buy a litre of milk everyday? How much does it cost to walk on your own? What does it mean to be a freelancer? How costly is a banana or a coconut water glass? Spiders. Cats. Bats. Parrots.

3. The poem had a strange title. It was written by one Kedarnath Aggrawal. The title was: Plum(ber) returning to Moon’s Eclipse. Plum is representative of evil people who are good looking. Lunar eclipse is, well, lunar eclipse. Coconut, as per the same Sanskrit dictum, represents good people. Coconut water under the bicycle tyre? Who are the onycophagists and where do they come from?

4. I thought it was written by her. It was indeed. By HER. But not her her. Ben hurr. Har har har. Spotify.

5. Then comes the book and the fasting and methodical dissolution. Aryan Cat was indeed big. Nonchalant. The overwrite: a rickshaw puller was giving directions to the car driver. It’s my own creation. It’s like updating the database. Virus Database has been updated. Dancing light of grace! Satyam Shivam Sundaram.

6. He was the best student but could never study for a month in the entire year of Corona. She was the best student and studied for about three or four months in the last two and half years. I reach to one conclusion: in the nature versus nurture: nurture has won so far. These two were born with previliges. Rest of my students were not upto the mark. Their parents came from low income strata or lower castes. I know from experience: it’s not a rule but so far I have taught about twenty students and these two were single children of their parents.

7. I read a book by Sudarshan. He’s Khalil Gibran of India who was discovered today.

8. That which has no beginning or end has no middle. The statement comes from IAmThat: by Nisargadatt/Maurice Frydman. This much for in betweens. But the Buddhist system is not for reaching to conclusions which are final. They are merely to create heaps of wisdom. Skandhas. Kartikeya is commander in chief of demigods. Dreams made of wisdom are divine and the boomerang goes back to one who threw it first: what was the name? Narayan. Vaasudev. Shiva. Buddha.

9. Asad was the name of the kid. He asked for the ball yesterday and today again. My tennis ball looks worn out. I need to buy a new one and yet: I can’t afford it until I get money for it. I asked his name and heard him say ‘Hasan.’ Then another boy came on a bike. I told him the same thing. His eyebrows were connected like those of Rohan’s, Shivani’s, Amit’s and mine.

10. I left the field in time. I had poha. I had bowled forty times. Yesterday evening it was eighty times. The new job offer which came via Shivani was cancelled. I had written the details on her notebook and I cancelled it. Fishes in aquarium except one black fish died.

11. My net worth: two hundred rupees. My monthly income: would be forteen hundred rupees : provided Shivani and Rohan’s parents can afford it after the thirty first. People below poverty line income earn about six thousand five hundred rupees per month: which means I am getting less than most poor people. Why? Why am I still in such a poor country? Middle class families give more pocket money than this to their high school kids. I was brought here from Vrindavan to be executed systematically. Who invented zero? Who discovered it.

12. What is North? North is a dimension full of answers. Right is South, left is North. Vaamdev. Vaammarga. Tantra. If you sit with your face towards North: East is right. East is past. If you sit with your face towards East: Right is Right and North is Wrong. So what is right and what is Wrong? If you sit with your face towards West: Amitabh asks: Who created Zero? Void. Then: Right is left. Tantra is right then. Left is South. Right is wrong then. The question arises: in the beginning was the darkness or light or were they both same? In the beginning was the word or the light? What’s North? North is a dimension full of answers.

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Word!

1. I had half a litre of milk, one ten rupees bread packet, a bowl full of rice and daal in lunch. I had two rotis and a glass of milk in the morning after breathing exercises and a plate of poha before I entered inside the stadium. I could throw only three overs. A boy who had a bag on his back asked if I could give him the ball. I would have been left with nothing to play. Bob Dylan’s Tambourine Man plays on Spotify playlist. Another madman was projecting Murari Baapu while Narayan Sukta was playing: I was stopped by an old woman who wanted to confirm if she had approached the Chhatrasal’s Horse. She used these words in Bundelkhandi:

” Has Chhatrasal’s Horse arrived?”

“Keep walking straight,” I answered.

“But is it nearby?”

“Yes,” I said.

2. I read couple of stories by Rumi in library. They were translated by one Shandilya. I made a note.

Moses rebuked one devotee.

The unseen or alakh or adrishta told him on radio: “they’re the strange ones. I didn’t create this world to get service from them but to make them feel my power and debt. Let them speak as they please.”

Moses came out of the bushes and told the stranger whose clothes he had already burnt with his fire:” you can say as you please. “

3. The meeting with Shams e Tabriz: different accounts highlight Rumi’s master having command over either fire or water. The moment Rumi said to Tabrizi: ” This is the type of thing you know nothing about,” the books either caught fire or were dropped in the lake. They were recreated in one account and not recreated in another. The account I read today says that Rumi’s master was killed by his relatives because they suspected that he had done some magic which had made Rumi give up his old routine.

4. The Mongoose was spotted the moment I locked the library, hanged the key and began to walk. I kept observing it until it didn’t go away.

5. An army ‘water’ tank was parked outside the Post Office. It had “Factory Jabalpur” written on it. I had to make my students speak “Kaarkhana” and “Factory” multiple times. Despite being in the seventh standard she doesn’t know the meaning of either factory or Kaarkhana. I have to earn my bread but I am often concerned about how weak most of my students are when it comes to read and write. It seems as if they’re atleast two three standards behind. Her vocabulary is not enough to understand even fifth class Hindi books. I do what I can.

6. I had to sit on bench made by Jai Industries which is parked outside to the stadium: I took a nap listening to music. Most of the festivals are show off by communities who have hoarded money for long. People like us are accussed of stealing this or that: books, articles, trophy wives and so on: real hoardes remain behind the scene and the game continues. It’s a routine day for us. Even Sundays are workdays for us. For us there are no bank accounts, no subsidy, no free lunch, food or water, no welfare or community. Who are we and where did we come from and why?

7. I need some sleep before the next class. I am happy to have found a door opening in the Blogger’s World. Sometimes I wonder if Kristina Van Hoose was actually Pam Kirst herself: then you know: what happened? And if it was that Kristina of Automattic: it was a bigger conspiracy. Most forced and mean was entry of Visakha, Piyusha and Visakha’s stalker(where’s Nadine?): What did I really have to do with all that? Anyway: those who know : know that it was the most selfless hardwork I had ever done. Automattic didn’t say that the forum couldn’t be made into a chatting forum. Now : if it’s more active than it has been in the last four years: it gives me happiness. Pam. Oneta. Collate. Kristina. Nadine. Shine. Free spirit. Rashmi. Piyusha. Meg. Jose. And others who came together to create a space(like iambic pentameter poet who inspired thirteen words story,) for wandering souls. Growing up shouldn’t be boring or should it be optional. Passion meets creativity and becomes compassion. Emailing shouldn’t be an option either since we have telepathy. I began writing this note when it was thirteen five PM. I rest my case here. Happiness for all!

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A Relevant Verse By Atal Bihari Vajpayee!

Worship of Mother banned!

The verse in Hindi was written by Atal Bihari Vajpayee. It was written when he was taken captive during emergency.

The front of this book has an image in which Indira Gandhi, then prime minister, has been portrayed as incarnation of Parashuram. Parashuram is considered to be incarnation of Vishnu who is God-head.

The book was published in 1977. Modern Printers, 21 Dariyaganj, New Delhi. By Saraswati Vihar.

Image courtesy: Gandhi Smarak Bhavan Chhatarpur Madhya Pradesh.

Another which stood out has to do with ‘tantra’ being more powerful than ‘mantra’. Billboards succeed where mantras fail. Reference to journeys.

I was slightly mollycoddled to publish this by Kabir’s verse enacted by Agni band.

Owing to lack of time I am not able to translate the verse into English at present. My apologies to English readers of this blog.

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Adventures Early Morning!

1. It’s as hot as a Summer day. I had a plate of poha after couple of samosas. The guy who had narrated the background story about Dhaniram was serving Poha today. He used to have a juice shop in Summers of two thousand and eighteen.

2. The juice shop was besides the Aggrawal Travel Agency. His sniding remark was about “father shooting with license and the son without licence: ” that, along with his younger sibling digesting my ten rupees while I ordered a second glass of mango juice as a damsel appeared: remains as a bitter memory. The parting remark by another customer was related to Kaalratri where I first made it to Pradeep Khare and later narrated it to my sibling and others. What kind of execution goes into making this possible?

3. A lot indeed. Unless you read the last post about Dhaniram : you won’t see the link. The credit is obviously to the juice seller. Yet: his bitter remarks stand out with ‘panu atthe chaalees’ tutor who had it a custom to beat his students by pressing a sand particle in their ears. Used a gents bicycle. Used to wear the ear ring. Worst tutor. Only second in rank to Manoj Chaturvedi. These people are possessed by goblins.

4. My history with the juice seller turned poha seller isn’t more than that. That I chose to go to poha shop instead of the vada shop as I had decided(because it was crowded): that I saw and recognised him instead of the usual scissor wielder: that he started talking along the thread : is man made machination. This is infamy or popularity. Sow what you reap.

5. I had to jump over the stadium door on the Eastern side. It was a cake walk as far as action is concerned but waiting for boys to clear out before they made at least one or two remarks meant letting my imagination remind me of agoraphobia and acrophobia both in a short span of time. I think it’s enough of adventure for a morning : given that it’s not a cold weather yet. The first day on roof doing breathing and secretary of the institution where I am writing this note doesn’t miss to ask about the construction work.

6. Come to think of it Enola Holmes might be the biggest movie I have seen this year. I could watch only for ninety six minutes. It’s clearly about the women empowerment. Going into background of heroes and completely disregarding them happens when genres have become hackneyed. Women empowerment in a matriarchal country. Who are we kidding with? Gender bender is the greatest of deceptions.

7. I bowled 30 times yet it was plenty of perspiration. Still dehydrated.

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Justice

Justice!

Just ice,

Very nice,

Roll the dice,

Play the role,

Reach the goal,

The hole,

Play the word,

Lay the cards,

On table,

Cable car,

Carmine minecraft,

Able stable,

Rabble roused.

Coal doused.

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Babu Went to Mount Abu!

Jeremy Irons ‘Who is that on the ceiling?’ I run with iron in my veins ‘Who is that on the ceiling?’ Art does not flu anymore… …thanks to my tinfoil helmet, I’m sure of it.

Kafka cough syrup… I run after a virus…. you wish… I rush…. rusticated. Tic tac toe nailed down.
I got the flu,
I got the flu,
Jain monks stay tuned up the hill
I’m not the man I used to be
I take a pill to hide away
It’s a rye…an eye after a private…
it’s a rye…an eye after a private…
I’m not the man I used to be
I take a pill to hide away
It’s a rye…an eye after a private…
Babu went to mount Abu…
Eyed mischief and their tails wag…
Babu went to mount Abu…
High he mounted the antenna…
Eyed mischief and their tails wag…
Babu went to mount Abu…

Kafka cough syrup… I run after a virus…. you wish… I rush…. rusticated. Tic tac toe nailed down.
I got the flu,
I got the flu,
Jain monks stay tuned up the hill
I’m not the man I used to be
I take a pill to hide away
It’s a rye…an eye after a private…
it’s a rye…an eye after a private…
I’m not the man I used to be
I take a pill to hide away
It’s a rye…an eye after a private…
Babu went to mount Abu…
Eyed mischief and their tails wag…
Babu went to mount Abu…
High he mounted the antenna…
Eyed mischief and their tails wag…
Babu went to mount Abu…
Eyed mischief and their tails wag…
Babu went to mount Abu…
Terrence mackerel doggerel on procrustean terrace
While they were high
Oh they’re coming down
Abu Salem lemming Ming Dynasty amazing Jing Inglewood ping pong balls fell asleep for the leap year rings
Eyed mischief and their tails wag…
Babu went to mount Abu…
Eyed mischief and their tails wag…
Babu went to mount Abu…
What favourite game is being reported
I’m not the man I used to be
I took a pill to hide away
Abu Dhabi habitual Baabi… witch chit chat tunic nictitate retrorse trials tribute tribulations ambulance dances cesspool rhombus colobus lobscouse lobster sterling lingas gatecrashing hinged zed eyes winged Angel gell well.
High he mount…
High he mount…

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Poutine routine for the mannah!

Poutine routine. Routing for subroutine. Tiny gloss. Architectonickelodian load Warwick bailiwick wicker men.


I’m something of a wanderer, I think of you as a wayward soul
So you’ll be leaving, I’m sure
I am sure you will find out more.
We’ll meet somewhere on this lonely planet.


We’ll meet on this lonely planet, and then we’ll stay together.
Chicory chigoe chigur. Chicago goanna hikikomori.


Monday morning mouse. I don’t think I ever lie, but I’m just not going to tell the truth.
As I have

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Evernote corporation.

3 dots … 3 more dots I declare there is nothing like me here on earth … 2 dots … a line … 3 dots
I declare I will be here forever It is not just Earth I prevailed every think everywhere … 7 dogs 8 shelves There are 5 times 5 books with us. Hero notes There is nothing that does not want to be free. Nothing is designed to be honest Everything is made to live
Everything wants to live
Diane diametric magnetic magnetic I see the light
I want to It’s shunya. The void. The emptiness. Tathagat In the void, the Tathagat knows from his own resources that the emptiness is not any less valuable than his own resources. Suchness The being
There is nothing that does not want to be free. Nothing wants to be free. It’s free forever. It’s free forever. Evermore Evermore
Evermore
Evermore
Evermore
Evermore
First line Motel the model and I say that
all other models
the world is dead
All the models that have ever been Age … Of Aquarius And if you want to know what the world is it’s just one table
All the models that have ever been
I say that I say thank you again Motel the model and I say that all other models the world is dead All the models that have ever been
Age … Of Aquarius
Next Gainsad sade age of Pisces “Pisces changes”
“Age of Aquarius”
“The Age of Aquarius”
Next line Us… You and me. … Ambrosia siamang mango go … Gone through this process … Which explains why not try You are just doing
Yes, but this is the matter
The one who does not
And they Realize I am … Battling lingas “Oh, sure”
Nada, nada, nada … “Just, just, just”
” Right away. Not a word, even …
All one thing. Uniform information To the light of the sundown.