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On why the world needs a Superman – Part II
Aug 19th
General consensus is that the world is doomed. Several explanations are offered. While some of them are mostly correct, most of them are completely incorrect. All around us we find vanity in all forms. We find greed in all forms. We find sluggishness and laziness in all forms. We find porn and paedophiles in all
The magnanimity of bosses.
Aug 17th
The employee gets promotion on day 100. And… Generally dedicated to all the blokes who know exactly what this means and how this feels.
For Every Hundred
Jul 30th
I have this thing for percentages. It might be because most mathematical calculations for me are an extension of percentages. For me everything from Probability to Geometry to Averages to <insert some math term here> is nothing but an extended form of percentages. It might also be because everything is a percentage of something else.
Erm..
Jul 3rd
I was always there. Hence I will not say anything so humanly lame as ‘I am back!’ The blog, however, is. Good to see you seeing this! Welcome back!
The new kid on the block
Jun 12th
The world we live in, and do everything else in, seems to have an obsession with originals. Collectors covet guns that have been crafted to carry out King Herod’s massacres and go mad searching for cars that have been made to take his grandmother shopping. As if this obsession is not enough, there is another
The Bends
Jun 5th
First there was a background of blue. Then there was black and green. There were also nerves of steel. There were nerves of flesh and blood. There was the voice. Then came the noise. Wind came last. But when it did, it did not stop. It kept on coming. Slow and pleasant at first, threatening
Identity Crisis
May 24th
I must confess. It was love at first sight. I turned around and looked again. It was love. I turned around and turned back, it was still love, the second time around too. After that point in the event horizon, when I ran into love, things never remained the same. What was normal wasn’t anymore.
Her
May 5th
As I half-lay on her, my face close to her, I could only see her green eyes, with their black pupils. The sliver of her face that was not hidden by my shadow was flashing aglow and fading black in tune to the steps the curtain was performing with the light from the window. I
The Book Thief (Review?)
Apr 29th
Imagine this: A sky painted a dull faded out share of gray so weak, that it was running into black. Imagine the sky lazily regurgitating snowflake after snowflake, as if the will of the clouds were burnt and the flakes were the last of the ashes. Imagine a weather so cold that it will chill
Shaif
