A curated cellar of musings.
The factors responsible for a dysfunctional healthcare system are many. Most of them, are in some way, related to bad habits, which plague any entrenched system. It is unfair to criticize the present Indian system, squarely and too rudely, as even, the far more evolved systems: such as the ones in the US and UK…
I am a speck, a dot. I am cradled by the warm igneous, Drink off the sea, Feed off the fellow specks, Sully and spawn as I please. Of late, things have gotten hot, The sea's turned tumultuous, My abode has more dots than the sea, now. Lest anyone forget my name, They call me,…
Surrounded by honking predators, Hell bent on putting me off my path, I tirelessly meander through the sea. The endlessly zigzagging traffic talks in a hybrid tongue. Part human, part auto: the language is but noise tucked into profanity. A sea of wheeled humanity, More inclined to stop my progress than to move, Yells, “Stay…
The waves were immense! Beach’s stretch did its best to offset the dread, for the swelling brine Strikes fear and invites, at once. The trained eye uttered caution, “High tide” it muttered, wisely. The waves attracted buzzing amateurs in hoards Eager to get their feet wet—and probably drown. The majestic waves kept beating away,…
Colonel Walter E. Kurtz: Are you an assassin? Captain Benjamin L. Willard: I'm a soldier. Colonel Walter E. Kurtz: You're neither. You're an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill. (Francis Ford Copolla's Apocalypse Now)
