Some people on my friends list clearly overdo the filters. They exude this luminescent amber glow from their faces like they’ve been recently promoted from human to angel; like they’re hiding their halos behind their backs out of modesty.
Category Archives: Society
A Fictitious Sibling Rivalry: In Defence of Literary Fiction
What Mr Bhagat’s real issue is that he doesn’t get the kind of ‘respect’ that literary fiction writers get. Even Stephen King alludes to this in his book On Writing. As always, people are at fault—not Mr Bhagat, not Ms Desai.
On Tube Lights, Nostalgia, and the Death of Technology
But no tube lights — no source of the white light that jaded my senses for decades — narrow, white cylindrical tubes that flickered to life and indicated that the sun had gone down. Inside the home and outside in the streets. In Bombay, Calcutta, Delhi, and Bhubaneswar.
Alexa, Tell Me a Joke
A funny conversation about Alexa, the AI assistant from Amazon. How smart is she, really?
How to Do Nothing
This article shares its title with a New York Times bestseller by Jenny Odell. But I haven’t read it. A reviewer said that Ms Odell’s work is “ambitious”. This article’s subject is the antithesis of ambitious. I’ve been working. I’ve been busting my ass without a break for months now. I’ve kept my nose toContinue reading “How to Do Nothing”
Leading the Lamb to the Slaughter
Free-market systems mimic nature. In that, the big fish will, naturally, eat the small fish. Because they can. If left to itself, the system will result in a power struggle of the economic kind, which also spills into the social domain. Those who gain power are, again naturally, inclined towards retaining it and growing itContinue reading “Leading the Lamb to the Slaughter”
“I Can’t Breathe!”
Maybe it had lost its way, or perhaps it was attracted to minuscule food crumbs lying on the table, I don’t know. But within a split second, almost subconsciously, I pressed the little finger of my left hand and crushed it.
According to the Urban Dictionary, Code Brown is ‘To intentionally (or in some cases unintentionally) have defecated or crapped in one’s own pants/underwear; leaving visual proof of brown stains of fecal matter.’
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Rajiv ji looks at Ishaan and asks, “What do you say? Will you use it?” Pause. Ishaan is staring at the floor. “Bolo! If you will use it then I’ll take it. Its valid for a month.” Ishaan slowly nods his bowed head from left to right, indicating ‘OK’.
Opium of the Masses
“Religion is the opium of the masses.” If Karl Marx had been alive today, he’d be more specific. Religion is the Prozac of the masses, or better still, Extasy. What prompted Marx to compare one of the foundations of the civilised world with a banned drug? At all times, there have been some people whoContinue reading “Opium of the Masses”