The Lines Have Blurred

The Lines have Blurred The Blurs have Lines And somewhere therein Lies Life. Boundaries, Rules, Grays, Rights. It’s all a bit Black but White Hell yeah, that’s Heaven I see In every single moral victory But then I see, And I see again The Moral seems a-moral from Here But Here is Here And When […]

Across The Sea, Water

Across The Sea, Water

You cross the Sea And need a drop of Water to Live If You are Child of God And I am Child of God Can a Religion Separate Us? If You are Child of God And I am Child of God But I am Black or Brown Am I less of a Child of God? […]

“I’ll See Your Troll and Raise You One Notable Woman Scientist”

Brilliant insight into the challenging life of a dedicated woman admin of Wikipedia, and how she channelised the resultant negative energy into productivity; (Explicit language). At Backchannel, Andrew McMillen writes on how one young Wikipedia admin fights back at trolls by raising the profile of notable women in science, one new Wikipedia page at a time. via […]

Waiter, Waiter!

In 1993, I woke up one fine afternoon and found myself wearing a Navy Blue suit, standing in a 200-seater restaurant in Mumbai … apparently I had taken a job as the Restaurant Manager and so there I was supervising 17 people segregated as follows: one accountant cum cashier, seven waiters, two captains, one… via Waiter! […]


Found one of my old note-books from school-days with these questions. I believe I started asking these after my Sacred Thread Ceremony in 1982. Some, I have been able to answer to my satisfaction, some answers I am still pursuing some questions have ceased to be relevant. Seemed like a good idea to revisit this […]

Nobody is Listening

Silence. Cacophony. Silence. Chaos, din, noise. Clutter, clatter, incessant chatter. No respect, no structure, no coherence. Just noise. Defeaning noise. The silence is because I go deaf in between. Deaf when I am not speaking, that is. And it is at such an impasse that the world stands today. The day when everyone would be […]

Appocalyptica … Inky Pinky Ponky

Appocalyptica … Inky Pinky Ponky

The other day I was walking about aimlessly, looking here, looking there, generally in a lethargic mood, undecided about what I would do next, what I wanted to do, and very aware that in the meanwhile, work and errands and chores were piling up. It felt good to just take a walk without purpose – […]

Loose End

Loose End

One day, walking down this road You’ll see all the roads you’ve ever traveled All the crossroads, all the turns And you’ll meet all the different you’s you’d left behind There’ll be mirrors at every corner Who will you see then?   All the little ghosts will walk with you Hold your hand and remind […]


When I move on, my opportunity to make a difference would have moved on with me. In death there is no glory nor in any legacy after death because the living will usurp it to suit their ambitions. My life then is my only opportunity to make a difference, the time is here and now […]

Staying unbelonged

I write for myself. I share my writing for others. Writing is the most intimate manner in which I share my life. All other forms of sharing are part-truth since they are tailored for the situation, for the person, for a goal. I write to formalise my learning, to learn more, to see my questions […]