The Entrepreneur of the Year Award goes to ….. Sitara smiled for the cameras as she received the award. An unexpected question popped up, before she could start with her well-rehearsed acceptance speech. “Sitara, our viewers would like to know what made you chose this yellow and blue plane as your logo. Your business is … Continue reading Breaking the window
I have seen organizations which set up goals and benchmarks, but fail to provide the tools, or set up a culture to achieve those. Maybe the leaders did not know how to do it, or nursed a hidden agenda. I wonder if the people who push the concept of altruism have a hidden agenda. What … Continue reading Reverse Flow
The different layers built up in each line of the poem are amazing. Read on ...
Illustration: Al Margen
Parents have expectations, don’t they?
You want your child to be successful in some sort of way acceptable to you.
My parents, I think, wanted us to be competent in whatever we did.
They were very working class people despite my mother’s mother stepping out of that comfort zone and mixing with some people of a higher class we stayed where we belonged.
We had a piano, an old one, out of tune most of the time and an instrument my mother could play one tune on.
So as I must have appeared the most likely of we four kids I was sent to piano lessons. My first teacher was a young nun, Sister Sunshine, whom I loved having lessons with. (She is still alive and thriving in her 80s). But she was moved on soon after I started to like the piano and Sister Demon took…
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“We raised this young man to be our prototype. I don’t know when he turned into a distorted version of our lowest self…” “Let’s confess that our approach was wrong. He is an individual in his own right.” My wife was dejected, but fiercely defended her son, like mothers do. “I see that our basest … Continue reading Shadows we cast
“What made you choose this angle for the picture?” “Watch the pain on the baby elephant’s face….” “Yes. It is not a merry expression.” “Have you heard the story of Lord Ganesha’s elephant head?” “This is a museum, not an Indian mythological movie.” “Allow me to complete. His father, Mahadev had ordered the head of … Continue reading Immortality
January I resolve to get this right. February Why is it a shorter month? March I have got targets to meet. April Let me enjoy a break… May Changes in weather pull me down. June Is half the year already over? July Others in the vicinity pose obstructions. August I will overcome, no matter what. … Continue reading Resolutions
He has a menagerie of hollow beasts. Gibbons smile polished teeth, tails coiled with hidden wire. Cheetahs crouch, never to pounce. A shark swims in the sky, eyes of black glass staring.
The elephants are his favorite. A pack of two: mother and child. You can feel the immensity of them as you approach. You can feel the realness.
He does not think of himself as a killer. He is a bringer of life. He takes out all that is impermanent, all that is fleeting, and leaves only what matters: the essence of the thing, the shadow it casts upon the world.
“You should thank me,” he whispers with thin voice from twisted lips, fingers withered as old grapes gently tracing the curve of the tusk. “I have made you live forever.”
The elephant says nothing, but he can hear the laughter.
And in his waking dreams, the hollow beasts…
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unseasonal magic sprinkling stardust on our dreams breaks monotony Haikai Challenge #33 kigo - Spring rain (harusame) or Autumn rain (aki no ame)
Fountains always inspire. They spread themselves thin to give, nourish, spread cheer and hope. Decorative lights can give them a fairy tale dimension. I love stretching my hand out, and wait for benevolence to bless me. Droplets on my skin remind…. the universe gives what, when, how, where we find is called destiny Weekend … Continue reading Destiny
