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Some musings about life and cinema from an aspiring writer when he is not analyzing data or drinking coffee...

21 Nov 2017

The questions children ask

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Two weeks ago, I had travelled to Chennai and was returning to Bangalore with my mother on a train. Opposite to us, were seated a mother an...
10 Nov 2017

I fall into a coma.

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Money times money is money squared Money times data too is money squared I am terrified of the square in squared It is a prison for pass...
4 Nov 2017

A writer's voice

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More often than not, I find talks by writers to be interesting. Be it the can-potentially-change-an-artist's-approach-towards-creativit...
19 Oct 2017

As the Diwalis get quieter...

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I have never been a huge fan of bursting firecrackers. I have always been governed by the notion that the soul of the Vodafone-advertisemen...
2 Oct 2017

A chore of compassion...

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She entered the house after a long day at office. As she switched on the kitchen light, her eyes fell upon the kitchen sink. There lay a he...
26 Sept 2017

My every day Wonderland

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After meetings that go better than expected But worse than the manager's standard.. When a mail rests in my inbox awaiting a reply That...
24 Sept 2017

A proverb a day...

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We tend to resurrect proverbs only when the days get difficult. Why don't we respect them even during the happy hours?
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