What does it take to say “I don’t know?” A lot apparently. In school, it took me a while to understand that saying “I don’t know” to a teacher was possible. It did not please the teacher, but it was an answer – coherent, to the point, honest. It did elicit snickers from the crowd,… Continue reading We Don’t Know what We Don’t Know…!
It rains…I bury myself in mind-numbing calculustrying hard, struggling, to find a way outof this unseen drabness, disquieting fusswhich neither makes me calm, nor lets me shout.Hour after hour, night after night, I wagea silent war with hurdles; the winning ribbon unseen,as the world wildly celebrates: a miragemy eyes believe to have an eternal sheen.Some… Continue reading Karmanye Vadhikaraste, Ma falechu kadachana!
I like to see my namecarved on a piece of woodetched on a stone for goodor printed on a piece of paper. I like to see people read itas it reflects in their eyesas their eyebrows fall then risewhen they realise it is me. It is rather a foolish thing;I know they aren’t a lotbut… Continue reading The Social Butterfly