ARNAB GOSWAMI:
Can you tell this, on this channel, right in front of all of us: why can’t the chicken write a blog? The nation wants to know.
RAHUL GANDHI:
The chicken has written the biggest blog since Independence and is now running away from debate. If it allows me to post a comment, there will be an earthquake.
VLADIMIR PUTIN:
To ask the chicken why it blogs is up to God, but to send it to Him is up to me.
DONALD TRUMP:
Chicken is not going to write a blog anymore without consequences. Not going to happen.
WINSTON CHURCHILL: The chicken is an incorrigible blogger. Google may ignore it, readers may deplore it, but in the end, there it is.
STEPHEN HAWKING:
Without the chicken, neither you nor I would blog about a black hole.
STEPHEN KING:
Because bloggers are real, and chickens are real too. They live inside laptops, and sometimes, they whine.
PAULO COELHO:
Whenever a chicken blogs, a part of the Internet blogs too. Everything the chicken felt, experienced and said melts into the sunset.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE:
Chickens at some time are bloggers of their fates:
The fault, dear Theresa, is not in our iPads,
But in the cerebrums, that are dwindling.
CHARLES DICKENS:
It was one of those chicken blogs where the comments rain hard and the traffic soars: but only in the dreams, and trances of the afternoon.
P. B. SHELLEY:
The bugle of Bloggery! O Wind,
If the frog croaks, can Chicken be far behind?
SAMUEL BECKETT:
Chicken flaps, nobody comments, nobody likes, it’s awful!
ROBERT FROST:
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere eggs and eggs hence:
Two chickens blogged in a wood, and I—
I ate the one less caramelized.
PABLO NERUDA:
What does it matter that the chicken is a blogger.
The Facebook is shattered and she is not my friend.
T. S. ELIOT:
In the web chickens drum and ping
Blogging on Xi Jinping.
EARNEST HEMINGWAY:
To cry for footfalls. Till the end.
One Grain Amongst the Storm 
The one by Frost is the best. 😀
At your service, gentleman.
Brilliant! This has made my day. To add my own small contribution to the question as to why the chicken can’t write a blog:
SALVADOR DALI: A fish.
This will not do, Sir. I’d rather read a full bunch from your crackling pen!
I dare not speak too much, as I actually know the truth of the chicken and the blog. It is possibly something to do with why the Chinese are about to start the Year of the Rooster…
In that case, I am glad I made T. S. Eliot invoke Xi Jinping.
… I do not think that they will sing to me…
Brilliant ! I loved Hemingways
I am honoured.
That’s some imagination. Robert Frost and Trump are hilarious.
Not really. All I did was twist the words of the famous and the infamous, more or less.
Thanks so much for the chuckle. What I would like to know is what Uma Shankar says about why the chicken wrote the blog.
The willow weeps, the koala sleeps in the fever of oblivion;
The chicken blogs as the ravens mock the reliever of oblivion.
Absolutely loved it esplly Putin and Paulo Coelho! Big fan of Satire… You nailed it 🙂
Thanks a lot, Shweta. Coelho was easy. Putin was easier.
I obviously can’t shut up… is the photo a daughter? If so, you don’t need to write a masterpiece… it is already created…
Oh, I am not the maker –either of the photograph or the daughter. The image has been sourced from Pixabay and can be used without attribution.
This is mahvelous, dahling, mahvelous!!!
Thanks, Molly. Now the chicken can blog in peace!
Hmm…:)
Great idea. And interesting and well done too.
I think I’ll come by this post, again. It needs a few readings. 😀
Have a good week, USP. 🙂
Thanks for the good wishes, Divya. The chicken is at your service, please.
such a brilliant and interesting post and you forget to include George Bernard Shaw?
G. B. SHAW:
The chicken that can, writes. The chicken that cannot, blogs.
hahaha thank you —and here’s wishing you and all fellow Indians A Happy Republic Day —–गणतंत्र दिवस की हार्दिक शुभकामनाये
THIS IS BRILLIANT!
You deserve a standing ovation.
I am waiting for the clapping to die down. 😀
Hilarious. Awesome. Enjoyed it a lot.
The pleasure is mine. Thank you.
I read this riveting piece thrice to thoroughly enjoy its brilliance. Truly chicken (blog) for the soul. 🙂
Thanks, Raju. Your lofty compliment on the chicken soup is much cherished.
Very clever, my friend.
Your gifts are vast and endlessly-amusing/enlightening.
Thank you, old friend. Your compliments are gifts unto me.
A rather Facebook-ish comment from a charmed old fan – You. Are. Awesome!
Oh! I am glad I raked up Facebook in the chicken soup too! You are equally awesome, if not more, my friend.
Oh, how I wish :-), but not every wish comes true. Reading through ‘Three Tamarind Trees’ and being irritatingly interrupted by the same monotonous work
Thank you, Antara. I wish good luck to Three Tamarind Trees, and myself!
Hilarious! “If it allows me to post a comment, there will be an earthquake.” So typical!!
A broken record, eh? Glad you liked it so.
Ha Ha. Brilliant.
Thanks, Karthik.
This is so ingenious, Umashankar! Your satire here is pure brilliance. I like them all and you really captured Trump and Putin perfectly. My favorites are Coelho, Dickens, Shelley, Hemingway, and Frost. I laughed out loud reading “Two chickens blogged in a wood, and I—I ate the one less caramelized.” Well done! 🙂
Trump and Putin sound perfect because I have barely tweaked their true utterances. 🙂 I am glad the lines of the luminaries too ring true. Thanks a ton, Madilyn!
Excellent brother.
Thanks, brother.
How did I miss this gem 🙂
Thanks a ton!