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By Our Divine Delicacy Correspondent Once a humble hilltop haunt for shepherd-warriors and sheep-ghee ceremonies, Tirumala is now a mega-prasadam factory dishing out laddus with a side of nationalism. What in the name of Vishnu happened? If the gods of Indian temples had resumes, Venkateswara of Tirumala would top the LinkedIn of deities. From being bathed in sheep’s ghee to being sponsored by empire-builders, and from receiving pongal in leaf bowls to starring in social media conspiracy theories about animal fat in laddus, Venkateswara has seen it all — and eaten even more. Welcome to Tirupati, where religious devotion meets real estate, and holy offerings double as economic policy, cultural history, and, recently, full-blown Twitter drama. In this very, very long — possibly unnecessarily long — article, we’ll chart the entire bizarre journey of how Tirupati’s prasadam transformed from rustic ghee gruel to a golden orb of carbohydrate-laced controversy. PART I: WHEN GODS ATE SIM...

  By Our Ancient-Futuristic Correspondent, Panchajanya Pseudoscientifica In a shocking development that absolutely nobody asked for but everybody has heard of, Delhi’s Chief Minister Rekha Gupta recently declared that Sanskrit is not only “scientific” and “computer-friendly” but has apparently been blessed by the heavenly approval of NASA. Again. Like an incorrigible relative who claims to have invented Facebook in 1993 but forgot the password, Sanskrit is back in the news with its usual entourage of flying chariots, nuclear sages, and Vedic wi-fi. This, of course, is not the first time the language of Kalidasa has been dragged into the laboratory of pseudoscience, trussed up in a lab coat, and made to dance the quantum Bharatnatyam. From cloning to quantum entanglement, from Vimanas to the Big Bang, everything apparently exists  already  in the Vedas — we just need the right Upanishad and a lot of imagination. And maybe a little bhang. But the truth, dear reader, is far ...

By Our Resident Scribe of Digital Divinity Judean Desert, 2025 — In a discovery that’s part Indiana Jones, part Silicon Valley, and all-out WTF, scientists and historians have just teamed up to drop a bombshell on biblical scholarship — with an algorithm named “Enoch,” no less. Yes, you read that right. The Dead Sea Scrolls, those ancient, moldy, suspiciously magical parchments, just got a digital glow-up courtesy of artificial intelligence and radiocarbon dating. And the results? They’re rewriting not just what we know about ancient Israel but also what we thought we knew about who wrote these things in the first place. A Holy Mashup: Scrolls Meet the Silicon Chip Let’s get one thing straight: the Dead Sea Scrolls have been the divas of ancient texts for decades — mysterious, fragmented, and with a flair for drama. But now they’ve been put through the ringer of high-tech scrutiny, turning ancient parchment into data sets faster than you can say “Qumran.” The idea was simple — o...

By Our Resident Digital Prophet (and Occasional Blasphemer) The world of biblical scholarship was always known for its tweed jackets, dusty scrolls, and late-night arguments over who wrote what when. But this week? Buckle up, because the Age of AI just kicked in the ancient doors of Jerusalem — and scholars are still picking up their wigs from the floor. A team of Israeli and international scholars dropped a bombshell of a study, using algorithms and word-frequency analysis to figure out what might be the oldest whodunit of them all: Who the hell wrote the Bible? A Divine Mystery, Meet a Data Scientist For centuries, everyone from medieval monks to modern PhDs has debated the origins of these sacred texts. Divine dictation? A bunch of dusty desert poets? Or some wily priests with quills and a flair for moral grandstanding? Enter the new algorithm, a glorified word-counter that’s apparently better at sniffing out ancient authors than your average dusty seminarian. It doesn’t car...

An article with satire, insights, and a hearty dose of disbelief at how the Holy City keeps getting holier (and messier). JERUSALEM: WHERE HISTORY NEVER SLEEPS—AND NEITHER DO THE ARGUMENTS Jerusalem—an ancient city where prophets wept, emperors plotted, and real estate agents now offer condos with “historic views” of walls built by kings who probably didn’t believe in mortgages. In 2017, President Donald Trump flipped the diplomatic script by recognizing Jerusalem as Israel’s capital, moving the US embassy from Tel Aviv to the Holy City. Some called it a long overdue acknowledgment of reality. Others called it a diplomatic Molotov cocktail. Either way, the world was reminded: Jerusalem’s status is a multi-millennia drama starring Jews, Muslims, and enough theological footnotes to keep historians and lawyers employed forever. COMMENTS SECTION SPOTLIGHT @MiddleEastMemeLord : “Jerusalem: where everyone has a claim, no one has the deed, and tourists can’t find parking.” @HolyHustle :...

A satirical-analytical article exploring the mystique, the trial, and the epic WTF legacy of the Maid of Orléans. THE PEASANT GIRL WHO ROSE FROM MILKING COWS TO MAKING KINGS Domrémy, France—Picture it: a teenage peasant girl named Jehanne la Pucelle, who didn’t even know her last name, leading armored knights into battle and telling Charles VII, “Put this crown on and let’s party.” Joan of Arc wasn’t your average 15th-century peasant. She was illiterate, had visions of St. Michael, St. Catherine, and St. Margaret, and dressed like a man because medieval battlefields weren’t exactly sewing circles. Her divine pep talks turned her into France’s battlefield mascot and the world’s most famous teenage cross-dresser. And as it turns out, that’s exactly what got her in hot water with the English—who were, let’s be honest, a little tired of getting their butts handed to them by a French farm girl. JOAN’S ‘INAPPROPRIATE’ DRESS CODE: WTF LEVELS MAXED At her trial, the English and their ec...

From Viharas to Vishnu, Idols to Ideologies—Unmasking the Great Temple Plot That Nobody Wants to Talk About ACT I: Enter the Temple, Exit the Original Veda Imagine walking into a Hindu temple today: incense smoke curls through the air, bells clang like divine doorbells, and deities are decked in more jewelry than a Kardashian wedding. A priest in a dhoti mumbles mantras you don’t understand, but you feel vaguely spiritual—partly because you just donated ₹101 in a desperate bid for a visa appointment. But here’s a question the Rig Veda might just whisper from 1500 BCE: “What temple?” Let’s start at the beginning. In the early Vedic period, there were no temples. No sanctums. No idols. No priests in line to swindle you with an “urgent puja” package for ₹5,001. The Rig Veda—the earliest and most authoritative of the four Vedas—offers hymn after hymn to Agni, Indra, Varuna, and Soma, but never once demands you to build a stone structure with a donation box. The sacred was natural: the sun...