<against the current> This here you see, this stuff here, this structure — hey you listening or what? Are you listening to me? What do I look like, a miserable old psychopath shouting his head off for no reason? Shouting his head off here on the pavement with all these people watching, for no …
Category: Views and Observations
The Machine
Who am I? I am not talking philosophy. I mean who am I to certain people, like my parents? Their son? Mmm… nope. The other day my aunt came and said something about my good results. I said how does that describe me? She said you know, good results means a good job. She stopped …
Another example for the same old rule
(You shouldn’t give up) I was playing Need for Speed III. Ancient game, but I like it all the same. After a while, all the cute graphics and all become meaningless; all that is left is sharp right, slow left, brake hard and sharp left (let the tail swerve around, buddy), dodge that fiendish …
The girl with the bright eyes
<this very slightly edited piece was written by me in my diary on the upper bunk of the train on the night of 25th March, 2006. I still remember the face of the girl mentioned here in surprising detail.> We went to a tour of North-East India from 16th to 26th August. On the …
India
I won't set out explaining the whole nation; I neither have the time, nor the interest, nor - most importantly - the knowledge. I'll describe a scene I saw this afternoon out of the window of my second-floor room. We live in a moderate neighbourhood, a mixture of the white-collared businessmen who see their white, …
One Life 