Today, someone asked me, "What do you do to be kind to yourself?"I had no answer.
On Reading Brodsky
Until further notice, it has been established at this juncture that I am not a reader of books, but of authors. For these days, I have scrounged and chowed down everything about Joseph Brodsky that I could find. The Russian poet and essayist has not only caught my fancy, but bewitched my mind so much... Continue Reading →
The Gaze
With his smile, he re-arranged everything that was once lost, forgotten and abandoned inside me. I just didn't notice it. I was looking deep into his eyes.
Stating the Obvious
For long I have refrained from writing about prevalent, plaguing social issues such as the bully that is patriarchy, pressures of marriage for age rather than reason, the stench and hypocrisy that is politics and more. Though I could never articulate why I couldn't bring myself to do it, today I have found someone who... Continue Reading →
Crime and Punishment
I think it's a crime to smother and kill someone else's dreams. Every time dreams die, the world becomes a bleaker place. The punishment we get for it is the world we're living in.
A Day in the Life of a Consultant at a Purposeless Client Location
Arrive late. Drink coffee/green tea/tea to console yourself. Respond to 3.5 emails and then get called for a meeting. Come out of meeting with a new purpose for the day. Make a new plan in MS Excel to achieve purpose. Scrounge for lunch while making plan. Get called into another meeting while having lunch. Excuse... Continue Reading →
Budding Stories
There's a feeling inside me which knocks and tells me that I'm going far away from stories. All in all it is true because I've hardly read a book in over 4 months now. I've started too many of them, but read none to the end. So this feeling is becoming more and more pronounced... Continue Reading →
Somewhere in the Middle
Once upon a time, foster father showed me a photograph of Robert Frost's house which he visited while in the U.S. The photo looked like the angels in the heavens had taken up the place as a pet project and done it up in the most precious leaves, barks of trees, and pristine water for... Continue Reading →
The Boggart
There is an open space at the client office which has a very high ceiling, a fish pond (rectangle more like it) on one side, and potted plants on the other. Although there is nothing particularly welcoming about this particular client, this open space is something that I absolutely love. Every time I pass by... Continue Reading →
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