I am told I write good. Well, I WAS… so now that is in the past. Phew! I used to think I was good at drawing, but I tried my hands on...

I had the weirdest dream. I am taking drugs with random people I hardly know. Well, it was weed. I was talking to strangers whom I am barely got to know and...

Commented on http://www.economist.com/blogs/prospero/2011/07/cinema-india I still remember how these used to be the center of attraction – local city-centers where all would galvanize over weekends to refresh their moods and relationships. The speed...

I don’t like puzzles. I don’t like the smugness of puzzle solvers. I have yet to find a puzzle which tests anything beside knowledge of obscure fact, or extremely generic assumptions which...

I felt it I have (felt) that feeling again The strangeness of emptiness inside me Has started sucking me in back again This dark gaping hole that I feel The void of...

They just couldn’t get enough of it They buy the spices and call the planter They make these jokes on most inane things And then they just cannot help the laughter When...

With increasing wealth among younger urban population, photography has become a poor man’s hobby. No more stamp collection sir, we have a got the most expensive DSLR with the cheapest lens and...

It is strange that Julian Assange has become a synonym of Wikileaks and all that has been leaked. While I am not in a position to comment on what will happen to...