I am surprised by the news that Sunil is migrating to Canada. The IIM topper was grabbed by a company at a fancy package. He had switched jobs twice after that, and appeared to be coasting along on a cushy ride. “I know you made a pile, Sunil, but why Canada? You had some ideas … Continue reading Crossfire
“The cops have not taken positions. They are casually chatting away. This could never happen in my country. And see those guys clicking away. Social media will be abuzz with pictures of negligence tomorrow.” “Chill, buddy! They are off duty!” “Then, what are they doing here?” “They have never seen such a maverick President before. … Continue reading Rarely ….
The bread has turned mouldy. But I do not have the heart to throw away the remaining slice. Dolly had hosted a tea party. The toasted hearts were used as canapés. The open heart shapes were then stuffed with strawberry jam, and a McCain Smiley placed above it. The toasted wonders were then garnished with … Continue reading Dolly’s Tea Party
I returned home one evening to find newspapers torn into neat little vertical strips, and piled into a heap. Somebody had perfected the technique to get pieces of a similar shape and size, and taught others how to do it. The effort was laudable, as there was no lofty purpose behind doing it. The doers … Continue reading Busy with a purpose
Carefully designed, constructed, analysed and remodelled – I consider myself lucky to be the recipient of so much attention. I occupy a place of pride in my maker’s office. Yet, the emptiness gnaws at my existence. I am a ship that has never met the ocean. I have never enjoyed the roller coaster ride on … Continue reading Model
The media goes berserk with stories of exploitation of pizza delivery boys, and the penalty which they have to cough out for late delivery. Yes, our employers are mean enough to do that, and then, claim in media, that the stories are false. Yet, we do not crib about it. We enjoy the privileged treatment … Continue reading Life is Good
There is something inside that cylindrical structure blocking the road. The pathway does not qualify to be called a road, but strangely, it finds itself reflected in the sky. Ominous clouds on both sides are positioned, as if trying to lung towards the center. The end of the pathway is also the beginning of the … Continue reading Overestimates
My brother looked through an opening in the rocks, into the wide, blue expanse and called out, “Look, Henry! What is that space called?” “It is where the Sun and Stars share their home with the birds and Gods. The sky allows a peek into the world.” “Why can’t we get there?” “Wait till we … Continue reading A brave, new world
The unguarded windows offered a ray of hope, amidst the pale yellow, gloomy sunlight that lit the lawns of this enclosure. It could be the path to freedom, or the end of a miserable life. Yet, none of the women residing there had ventured to do it. The underlying fear of rejection by the outside … Continue reading Ostracizing the Self
I and my voice, would have been struggling to find an identity, without the teachers and mentors who found me would have been an empty whistle, emanating from a deep hollowness, if lyricists had not given it a body. would be lost without the lights, camera, equipment and instruments would have struck a discordant note … Continue reading I and my voice
