I first spotted them on my way to Darling Harbour. Bullets. Four of them, seven metres high, imposing in absolute rigidity. Full metal jackets. A sculpture that didn\’t toy around with ambiguity; it was clear what the bullets implied. They exuded a plaintive sentience which, while inescapable, was only a part of the full message.Continue reading “Sleepless In Sydney”
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A Tale Of Two Songs & Two Broken Hearts
In a little black cab ride two passengers. Two lovers. It\’s one of those quiet Sundays where the ominous overcast clouds resign denizens to the comforts of their homes. As this little black cab trundles along, so must we as this is where our story lies. Within, the radio emanates the voice of a certainContinue reading “A Tale Of Two Songs & Two Broken Hearts”
A City\’s Soul In Deira, Dubai
\”If you can\’t find it in Deira, you will never find it.\” So impregnable was the belief of the merchants of Deira, at the booming hub of trade in the Gulf that dissecting its legitimacy would have been deemed purely absurd, if not sacrilegious. Even today, in 2018, it is nearly impossible to not findContinue reading “A City\’s Soul In Deira, Dubai”
Agra: A Teardrop On The Cheek Of Time
A leisurely stroll in Agra would show you blatant abandon, national ostracism and general indifference. Dilapidated kothis (villas), pothole-ridden, cow-dung infested streets, a conspicuous absence of any sort of infrastructure and an unquestionable maxim that cows and pigs have priority on roads and trivial entities like cars and pedestrians must adjust around them. Even if youContinue reading “Agra: A Teardrop On The Cheek Of Time”
Adding Some Sadness To The Life Of Shyam Prasad
Right now, as he walked off into the sunset (or so to speak) from his latest job, he could conclude that his current circumstance could be equated to that of a hapless, thrashing fish out of water. This fascinating analogy, irrefutably and rather unfortunately, hit a small snag on further reflection: a fish out ofContinue reading “Adding Some Sadness To The Life Of Shyam Prasad”
The \’Not Bad\’ Tale Of My Driving Instructor
If I were to promise you a world hitherto unseen, unheard and unfelt by a mere shift in seating position, kind of like the blog version of a red and blue pill, would you believe? Surely, the sights and sounds of this mundane reality are unfazed by angles – my pet monkey (if I hadContinue reading “The \’Not Bad\’ Tale Of My Driving Instructor”
\’How To Ace Your Job Interview\’ By Venkataraman Sundaraman
The Hunger Games or Big Boss Brother, it\’s definitely one of those two. Maybe both. Having grovelled in the chasms of unemployment from a time when \’President Donald Trump\’ was nothing but a frivolous joke (some argue it still is, but faulty microphones might differ), I find myself empowered with the experiences of multiple interviews IContinue reading “\’How To Ace Your Job Interview\’ By Venkataraman Sundaraman”
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