Ping Pong Philosophy

Life is actually a ping pong ball. It is so too. If you don’t believe me, roll yourself down the road and see how your life ...

The Rose

“I am still beautiful,” she said, looking up at me wistfully. Her rosy cheeks were withered, under the onslaught of the hot sun. She had been ...

The Cubicle, The Chair, and The Coffee Mug

(Short story from the publication, The First Book of Nobodyness)   In my third year of employment, I got a shock. I have always taken great pride in not having ...

The Peace

I grew up with a sense of peace. Not the sense of peace that I hear of today - the peace of the external environment, the ...

Of Value And Values

A mango ready to eat, withers 'n' rots. It cost 100 bucks - so that's a waste of a 100 bucks. That was the last mango of the ...

There Is No Box

In 1987, I found myself in what is called a Junior College (Grade 11) in Mumbai. Within a few months, I realised that many of my ...

Anatomy Of A Hate

Being asked not to meet people, not to write, not to talk to people, not to express oneself is like being told not to live. And yet ...

Dear Santhanam

Dear Santhanam, Hey, how are you? As you can see, I have finally gotten around to writing you a letter. And I must thank you for the ...

Extra-ordinary Ordinary People

I meet and talk to a lot of people every day - a lot of people. And I have an innate curiosity about all the people ...

A Book About Then That Explains Now

At what point did humankind become 'civilised'? And at what point of civilisation did humankind become political? And at what point of a political civil society, ...