The Future shall be nothing but Digital !
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Aping another organisation,
while bent on holding on to power,
the famous five shall carry on,
with no one to rein them on.
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Month: October 2015
Bruises of many kinds
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A bruised banana
in my kitchen,
Invites many an ant,
Up the wall, by the crack,
Reaching up to the soft crevice.
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Knowing you my dear oxygen
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Yesterday I felt what is it to be disabled.
You see I was working at the anaerobic work station.
What is that contraption you may ask.
For many a time, many others and I,
Have been in search of a place,
Where oxygen lacks its presence,
So that we can conduct our experiments,
In its absence.
} Continue reading “Knowing you my dear oxygen”
Love and longing in life.
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Words, though merely made of letters and shapes,
invoke feelings and emotions so strong;
Words are indeed powerful.
Pen is mightier than sword, it is said.
An injury caused by words is more hurtful than an injury caused by fire:
said Thiruvalluvar.
} Continue reading “Love and longing in life.”
Manifestations of thought
[me = thinker + thought
no thought = no thinker ?
Thinker, thinking, thought: the Trinity of Life
Thought = thinker
thinking without thinker ?]
Sous le ciel de Paris
In Paris, we went to Hediard (equivalent to Fortnum & Mason in the UK; still affordable for someone earning a minimum wage) and passed by Maille (gosh, a shop exclusively for French mustard) and watch shops – selling watches ranging from 50,000 to 75,000 €. India’s per capita income is ~ 1500 USD and it is ~ 40,000 USD for France and UK. Continue reading “Sous le ciel de Paris”
Thoughts are like clouds: Part 2
Hawkers are not allowed to sell on the trains in the suburban trains in Bombay. There is a lady who regularly sells sarees. She gets caught one day and she pays a penalty of 400 Rupees (4GBP). This does not deter her. She continues doing her job as she has no other option. Eventually she manages to buy a flat in an apartment complex in the suburb of Bombay. Her dream is to send her kids to a English language school. I admire her entrepreneurial skills. If only more women have the courage like her.
Thoughts are like clouds: Part 1
Watching ‘The wings of desire’ the following thoughts just flowed through my mind. The sun does it job dutifully. The cicadas drown us in its monotonous noise in Campinas. Do the cicadas not have hearts ? What about the songs of the nightingales and the blue-jays ? The owls and the sparrows. Is this what is called as the monopoly in nature ?
- When did the notion of only bringing up one’s children arise ? Are we not children of the world ?
