“If matter is a dense form of energy, maybe some day we can bring back the dead to life”, wrote someone on LinkedIn. I found the thought interesting enough to pursue the logic. Unfortunately, it turned out that the said person suffered from mental health issues. Thoughts do emerge from deranged minds, but do not … Continue reading Color of Thoughts
“I always call a spade a spade, take it or leave it”, hisses my firebrand sister and leaves the room. To each her own. She has changed three jobs in the last two years and been in and out of relationships ever since her teens. I must confess she is often right on logical and … Continue reading Tact
She died yesterday. The priest chants mantras irrelevant to the essence of her life. She stood for freedom and path-breaking ideas. Rituals are about beating a trodden path with sticks shaped out of a murdered tree. Those who pray for the soul to rest in peace know not that she exists beyond their reach - … Continue reading She died yesterday
“This book is going to be explosive, because it reveals so many secrets. Skeletons will keep tumbling out of cupboards for a few years.” “Manage the situation. Find a weakness with which you can blackmail the author. The manuscript needs to change immediately.” “I don’t think she will get intimidated.” “Fear of death is the … Continue reading End View
The train stops, and it’s not a station. It’s a mechanical fault which will take time to fix. Passengers jump out for an impromptu picnic in the flower gardens near the track. Am I not lucky to have taken a train today? The boss’s secretary said flight tickets are getting expensive, and we need to … Continue reading Smell the flowers
“She is in a coma,” informs the doctor, “but try and say positive things when you are around her.” Is it a case of suspended consciousness? I suddenly become aware of my own consciousness that makes me feel alive. I exist and know that I do. But physicists have not been able to see and … Continue reading Comatose
I don’t know if time and circumstances hardened her, or she had an inborn animosity towards me. Her sarcasm never failed to sting. Toxicity could have been her second name. I was driven to past life regressions to check if there’s a story from the past, which made her hate me so much. If there … Continue reading Mother Wound
Riots color the landscape red with the blood of innocents. Actually, they’d prefer another color - one they’ve been using to paint mindsets. People do not become followers unless they think alike. And to think alike, they need anger, a common cause, a common source of fire in the belly. It needs to be ignited. … Continue reading Strategic
“Life is about giving, irrespective of your own needs”. My revered grandmother kept repeating this. I follow her advice in taking care of the drug addicts, unemployed and other needy members in the family. Nevertheless, they continue to be a nuisance with their behavior. Nor did I realize that my need for approval drives me … Continue reading Giving
Walking through the woods may have been a way of life for some. I booked a safari to drive through the forest in a jeep, with a professional driver. I’m expected to believe what they tell me about the animals, my own research notwithstanding. Then the unexpected happens. A tiger is sitting on the bonnet … Continue reading Conversation
