What Men have made of men?

The title has been inspired from the poem, Written in early spring, by William Wordsworth. Man seems to have crossed the threshold of being human and has become so much cruel. This poem is my reaction to the increasing abuse and rape of women, who most deserve love, care and affection. I write this with a sense of disbelief and a feeling of amalgamated shame My thoughts are smeared in grief with...

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A day at Wharton

Last Saturday, I had the opportunity to go to Wharton to attend the 17th Indian Economic Forum. The speakers for the day were big names from various spheres that drive the Indian economy - Politics,Healthcare, Education, Infrastructure and Media( in the order of how they should be ). I was very keen on listening to each of these speakers and what ideas they have to shape our tomorrow. The first...

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The disappearing red tribe

Less pay, people starting to travel light, ramps and travel friendly bags all have a reason for their dwindling population. A decade or two ago, they were the sultans of stations. They were the go-to guys to know which train would arrive on what platform. “When in doubt, ask the porter” was the unanimous mantra followed by all travelers. Draped in soiled red shirt, a lungi or pant depending on which...

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Unique 'Rail'ationship

Last week, I took a train from Chennai to Bangalore and what you are going to read for the rest of this post, is about my love hate affair with Indian Railways. Travelling on Indian Railways is a life in itself. The public sector is so intertwined with our culture and way of life that it goes a step beyond helping you reach places, to teaching you the art of living. If you have read enough philosophy...

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In search of cerebral vacations

Out of the several things man has been known to continue doing ever since his race inherited earth, is taking vacations. Strange it may be, but the fact is man just cannot be put in a monotonous world for ever. There is a yield point, beyond which our brain and our body stops cooperating, gets on a strike and demands a break. This is when a special impulse travels through the nerve cell and stimulates...

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Another Diwali wested!

Sulking in my room dimly lit, the only sound I hear around me are from the strokes from my keyboard as I type and some sounds of laughter from outside the quaint pub across the street. Those laughter sounds seem to fade away. So I assume those people moved. All I am left with now is the QWERTY crackers this Diwali. A little while ago, I spoke to my parents back home where all my relatives have...

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Sandy!

That's not my friend who studied college with me. That's the hurricane also dubbed as Frankenstorm by some, that left us east-coasters wind-punched, drenched and hence indoors. Things in Baltimore weren't too bad. The rains and the winds seemed like they wanted to join in on the Halloween spirit and lashed at us bigger than ever. I hear that several areas in Maryland, Virginia, DC and New York...

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