A constantly curated cellar of musings.
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)
Just saw "India's daughter". I feel this is a documentary that has to be seen by everyone in India. Not only does it throw light on the gruesome rape, but more importantly it gives one a bird's eye view of the deep seated misogyny in our patriarchal society. It is high time that we openly…
