In a tiny corner of a tiny shelfSometimes I wish to fold back inside myselfAnd tap my toe on the inverted skyOf the numerous tiny sequins scattered by my side
To be honest I had a mixed reaction to Republic. On one hand, I was quite taken aback by the strict rules of censorship, weeding out of weaklings etc. etc. On the other I found myself nodding vehemently in agreement whenever Plato or Plato in the guise of Socrates, chastised moral corruption. Which I think,… Continue reading Plato, Nabokov
There are I believe two very disturbing kind of 'mistakes' to make in fiction:- to put in your characters' mouth your words, thoughts and emotions- to put in your characters' mouth your readers' words, thoughts and emotionsHow difficult it is to conceive of characters that are truly alive, that are neither shaped by some beliefs,… Continue reading Yellow Rose
I sit on the roof overlooking a vast stretch of land underneath. Rows of streets with moving red yellow lights, dots entering exiting little grey brown matchboxes, yellow-green lawns speckled here and there like pattern of clouds in the sky, at some places dense at others almost fading to pale green and white, tapering at… Continue reading on childhood..
Whenever I peeked into the confounding universe of set theory, the infinite and the continuum, I would be utterly lost in looping thoughts and would only be rescued by sleep (which would inevitably be accompanied by strange dreams), or callings of daily schedule. Thus saved, I would brush off my hands and stay clear from… Continue reading Set Theory
There is in life a certain lack of fundamentals. The world of shifting images, impressions and ideas does not hold itself together in solid tangible manageable form, my impressions of it have been more ephemeral, like passing beneath the shade of different trees, the variegated leaves cast their shadows in different shapes and hues, but they… Continue reading Why does the self want to annihilate itself?
Earthlings have a curious habit of celebrating days -- New Year's day, day when Christ was born, day he came back after being dead for few days and then died again, birth of so many other gods, anniversaries and so on. One of these days is our birthday. No, it is not just a day… Continue reading Oh Eden
A moment hangs by the weary noose of timeLike a soaked tea bag twirling, twisting around its thread,Above the oval surface of a waste bin, ready to be despatched.The tiny flowers that abound the grieving wreathStealing their last glimpse of light, what do they think?Not long before they will but wilt,yet what is the end -The… Continue reading All moments follow one another
There lies upon the grave a tawny rough stone etched and shrubbed bearing my mark upon the land, now smoke and dust, while I lie covered shivering in cold, in sand Hereafter they say, while all after times are fused into one, for my eyes stare at the darkness suspended through eternity - was there… Continue reading Grave
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2009/09/090901-electronic-tongue.htmlhttp://www.magicvalley.com/news/article_692d889c-00d0-5e42-be7b-68d3948e0d03.htmli read this article in nat. geographic a few days back. Though many would know all this coz of House MD :). It's slightly creepy with artificial eyes, ears etc etc. Like that was my first reaction.Machine and human beings interacting so closely.. almost integrating. Don't know why I should think of it in terms… Continue reading Manachine