The mysterious art of wasting time
Charles Schultz called happiness a warm puppy and many would say people waste their time on pets. I keep staring at my laptop screen for long durations and I’m sure Specky, my wife thinks I could do more if I just start typing out whatever I type out most of the time. But I love...
The consonants and vowels in life
Specky, my wife, entered with a frown and said, ‘Phew! Now I have to make a presentation on PowerPoint and it must be in Hindi.’ I looked at Pushkin and he smiled. Only a few minutes back we had been browsing the net and had stumbled upon ‘Shusha’ a font that could be used to...
The stupidity and the courage in a struggle
To idolise or to vilify struggle… this is the dilemma that haunts a lot of people. There is both stupidity and courage in struggle and it isn’t easy to give the word a single definition. One thing, however, is certain… struggle remains constant whether we go for a big change or not. Look at me....
When reason and passion converge
There are only two things that a writer wants. Someone to talk to who can set a direction to his thoughts, and sometimes maybe even give the ideas that he builds upon. The other thing that encourages a writer is finding one who leaves him with enough time and resources to focus on his writing....
On fits and misses
A fit is far better than fighting to fit because the latter is nothing better than a tight fit that isn’t a fit at all and is simply a miss. It is only in the fitness of things that I must tell you about my fits with fit and because fitting in is what dominates...
Flog the micro-blogger
Yeah! The easiest thing to do on the social media and even the offline world is to flog the micro-blogger. It is so easy to say, ‘These 140 character creators are good for nothing dolts.’ People who tweet know that there is more truth carried in their precision than even a 1000 word edit in...
Gimme more… Gimme more…
I know it isn’t easy to admit this, but I have always been a semi-literate illiterate. Let me illustrate this term with an example. When Pushkin, my son, was born, Specky, my wife, gave me a glance that seemed to say: ‘Can you just hold him while I change his diaper?’ And I looked at...
Will you come travel with me?
Politicians gearing up for their swearing-in, swearing fringe groups, fans swearing by their favourite technology, and Valentine’s Day spirit are coming together this year… and these combos are quite evident in Delhi. I have a feeling that Walt Whitman’s lines also converge well with so much in the air here. Camerado, I give you my...
QOC isn’t a premature arrival of the future
An acronym in the title of a post can sometimes boomerang because many from the perceived target group just might not get to know that the text is meant for them… but at the same time they do give the semblance of some sort of intrigue that can push more people towards the post. And...
Every day is Valentine’s Day for us
Being together isn’t for a single day If every day can be a loving today
Bewildered
There’s a bit of ‘huh’ to this And there’s a bit of ‘ouch’ to this I wanna get closer to you But I’ve pimples & fun gets a miss! Oh well, I knew who was missing all the fun and I knew what could have helped. So did I let my secret out? Did I...
Litter God is going to be very angry
‘Let me share a secret with you. Even in the Kingdom above they have a God of Litter. And all this hullaballoo about litterbugs and removal of litter is going to make this fellow very angry,’ I told Specky, my wife with a serious face. ‘God of litter? You are surely joking,’ she said, ‘so...
