I wanted to be among the writers, thinkers with intellectual acuity. I wanted to listen to their thoughts and see if I stand among them or if legends are just a faff. I wanted to rate them on a scale. I wanted to look into their minds and know if such people exist. I wanted to know why writers write, why singers sing, why journalists try to be candid, and why audience has so interest in them. I wanted to know more about the audience at such events. I wanted to see whether it is just a festival where every attendee is served scotch and beer at night or more than that. I wanted to see if the audience is a group of some wannabes or they really carry the ability to discern, and to be perspicacious.
As I lifted my eyelids, adjusted my spectacles, came out of my quilt, got on my sleepers; As I walked to the balcony, calibrating my vision, I saw no sun, but fog and rain. With dankness all over, I saw wet roads, trees, flowers, and
Dear Mohan Bhagwat, I recently came across the text of a speech you gave either in Kolkata or Madhya Pradesh. I am not sure about the place and I don’t even intend to know. It is what you said, actually it is what you have
When you decide to follow one individual or an idea, it seems the eternity, you go through the finally-search-is-over moment and decide it is your destiny to follow this guy. But you are wrong here. If you decide to follow one individual, it may turn things around for you. It may make you a staunch fanatic. All this for those who choose to follow someone, but the worst are those who congenitally follow someone. They are the true fanatics! Read 8 reasons why you should never follow an individual/idea/politician/leader/boss/godman/god. But this doesn’t mean you should not know about them. Read all religious books, follow all leaders and politicians, listen to all godmen and make your own different path in the never ending katzenjammer of Life.
A day when I was perhaps only 5 years old. I was ready to go to school, shining bright in my white shirt and shorts with a tie having oblique, red and white parallel lines, and a belt of the same shade. I had put
Dear Vladimir Nabokov, I won’t say I am your fan. But I feel gratitude to you for it is your work that has inspired me the most, rather it is your work that made me realize I have a tumultuous mind that desperately wants to
Millions gathered in Paris, United, firm and absolute, For freedom to express, To draw, to write, to opine. Billions watched as they walked together, against violence, for the cartoonists, who drew Mohammad, Pope alike, who ridiculed religion, politics alike, who offended many, but loved by