I was getting late (as usual) although all things had been taken care of at home. What the heck! I was going out for an Open Mic after a very long time. Reached the venue just in time. And, was I glad that I made it! Before I delve any further about the programme I… Continue reading Right Here. Right Now. Open Mic – LETS TALK LIFE!
(Part of MID-WEEK BLOGGING #1 by WRIMO INDIA ) He flew in gliding over our desk as we held our meeting. Startled at first, we ducked. 'Who would want to come in touch with this creature, we all mumbled together, the expressions on our faces revealing our dislike for an entity which was a stranger… Continue reading Bat (tling) over the Past!
The spirit, suffering Is finally free. Trapped treacherously By an insensitive act of a cruel carnal desire, Losing luscious longing To a human desire gone wild, The soul slowly let go. The body brutally hurt, badly bruised Tearing through the senses We all take for granted. Four long decades of living a dead life. While… Continue reading Oh Aruna! Oh Humanity!
Just because it is a terror attack in Pakistan, it does not make the pain any lesser. It hurts to see children dying for no fault of theirs. It pains immensely to live in an age when terrorists brutally and insensitively destroy beautiful buds that were yet to bloom. No holy book, no faith calls… Continue reading Terror Knows No Other Name!
Firstly, a very happy New Year to you dear friends. Rather later in the day you might say? Well, as they rightfully proclaim, ‘Man proposes and God disposes.’ I had plans for the 2013 year-end like any other person wanting to end the year on high hopes, waiting wishes and longing love and laughter. And… Continue reading Through Thick And Thin….
He was in trouble, real trouble. This much I could see. He ran here and there trying to protect himself from something he himself did not know, understand or see. His mind was going haywire, his body in pain, and thoughts, well, the less said the better. The vehicles on the road appeared scary. He ran into a place which seemed desolate. Stairs appeared before him. He climbed them all till he could climb no more. Suddenly, a dog appeared before him from nowhere. Its bark tormented him, scared him and reminded him of what he was and what he had become. In desperation he scratched the dog leaving the dog scamper away howling.
He is gone.. justice has prevailed - the wrong-doer done away with but, does the terrorizing trauma trail away?
Nobody expected Michael Jackson to die this early. Everyone knew that he was in extreme debt, that he had undergone terrible physical transformation in terms of color, etc. But, he was making a comeback and people, even after these years were expecting the very best from him. They had full faith in his talent and ability to draw crowds.
This March, an article of mine titled, " THE GHOST THAT STALKS CYBERSPACE" was published in the magazine, Parent Circle. Since most of us seem to babble and dabble in cyber space, this is a relevant issue especially when it can plague children- teenagers and young adults. Here goes:
This post was to be a one theme article on the ministers who wanted to spend their time more constructively in the Karnataka State Assembly watching porn. Unfortunately, by the time I decided to let my thoughts flow and emotions burst out, something more terrifying took place. A murder. In the city. In a private… Continue reading Porn, Violence and the City