Warning: In no way, this is a promotion of cigarettes. Smoking causes cancer. It is injurious to health. I, Kim, and Sartaz, as usual, were waiting for our morning tea, pretending to work while sitting at our respective cabins in office. In what seemed like
Warning: This review contains fragments of the story. If you have not read the book yet, please refrain from reading this review. Salman Rushdie is the Shah of Blah, with the ocean of notions and a gift of gab. He creates magic with the story
Modi completes one year in office and all I can find on internet are the articles full of analytic analysis of his performance in thousands of different sectors in our economy, well not just economy, on political, cultural and many other aspects as well. It
I just happened to be in kitchen. I rarely happen to be in kitchen and when I do, I make sure it is just to scrounge for something tasty to be taken in a gulp down my throat. But it was different this time. No
Warning: This article contains spoilers. Do not read this article if you haven’t watched the sixth episode of fifth season of Game of Thrones – “Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken”. Otherwise, it would be unfortunate to tell you that Arya Stark died. Oh, I am kidding! She
To Narendra Modi, Honorable PM of India, With all due respect and recognition of what you have done for my country in last one year, I thank you for serving my nation with due diligence and attention. But I no more see a man who
I feel a splurge of sadness;
wistful me roams around,
like clouds incapable of rain.
Anger grips me for a moment;
pride follows with attitude;
ego comes soon and I suffer alone,
without my own shadow.
I was riding my gear-less two wheeler for last 25 km on the heckling streets and highways of Delhi, when I saw a man lying unconscious, near the guardrail dividing the two contiguous sides of opposite flowing traffic. The haggard man with a frowzy appearance was babbling some spittle out when my sight wandered to a small puddle of crimson blood adjacent to his skull. The blood had incarnadined the asphalt road.
Stroking the paddles,
the skiff was rowing mid-stream,
I could see nothing but knolls and cliffs.
The river taking sharp turns,
grappling with gravels, and bergs,
making way like the potentate and imperious.
It’s flow is transcendental,
more promising than Oxytocin,
more ravishing than a nymphet.