Who holds the razor?
Sharp, incisive, sure Not knowing who or what picks it To get a job done Follows orders well Can clean up mess or make one Thinks that it can think Plods through foamy thoughts Prepares the field every day Makes it smooth and fine
The visible is the mystery
No, there is no cellar in our house and no attic, no hidden cupboards and no passageways opening up when you strike the wall in a particular way. I remember there was a time when all this troubled me a lot… but I was in school then and was reading a lot of Ellery Queen...
Harlots of destiny
Madhur, a very good friend, wrote on facebook: ‘The best learning in the world is from understanding life. Most people never learn.’ This happened to one of the more agreeable updates on facebook… most updates by most people are frivolous forwarded messages and so when something like this comes along, it tickles the thought processes...
Ideas live, creators die
An idea is born but instead of metamorphosing into words and emerging as a story, it chooses to run inside the body until it finds an outlet. The idea comes out as a tear-drop that spreads and covers the body in a vicious grip until the creator dies. The idea lives for ever. ...
I did what my mind said. Review of ‘The Bottom Line’
If there is an Author’s Note at the start of any book, I recommend that it be read first. This always helps a reader to know how much to expect from the book… and any extra insight gained then comes as a rather pleasant surprise. Despite knowing this, I thought I’ll skip this note as...
My most beautiful thing
I let the words ‘my most beautiful thing’ be there within me for the night and even as I slept, the subconscious worked in its own strange way and kept on searching answers for me. The first thing that happened in the morning was a short silent discussion with my brain… ‘Well,’ I asked a...
Photography, philosophy, and a spoonful of Surf excelmatic
I watched keenly as my wife poured a careful measure of Surf excelmatic in the protruding chamber of the washing machine, close it, put in a select number of clothes, firmly shut the front door and then do some magical fiddling of the auto controls… and that’s it… she beckoned me that we were now...
I Went Out Too Far. Review of ‘The old man & the sea’
BOOK REVIEW Title of book: The Old Man And The Sea. Written by: Ernest Hemingway. 347 words. Title of Review : I Went Out Too Far. This story has simple sentences. No difficult words. No harsh judgements. No desperate attempt at trying to sound unique. The old man or Santiago, his skiff, the fish he...
