We humans have this grave misconception that we are the masters of our destiny. We are also a species that cling to this misguided belief after innumerable failures. Which just goes to show that hope is something we hold on to, come what may.
Continue readingDisclaimer: The views expressed in this article are completely personal and only recount observations noted during a recent personal experience.
“Sir, which seat would you like?”
“Umm..anything would do, I really don’t have a preference.”
“I’m saying this because there are hardly any passengers on this flight Sir.”
“Really! Well, in that case be a pal and bump me up to Business Class, won’t you?”
Continue readingBlink.
The fan needs cleaning.
Blink.
Is that an ambulance I hear? Hmm..sounds far away. Not far enough.
Blink.
Why isn’t it bright yet?
Continue readingMany years ago, I had this insane notion that men don’t cry.
I used to think that tears were for children, women, the weak and from the occasional onion. Sure, a tear or two might spring up if you were kicked in the gonads but those were involuntary. You had no control over them and hence it was considered acceptable (as long they did not turn into a downpour).
Continue readingI watched in fascination and revulsion as the tiny drop of sweat traced a faint line across my glasses and teeter at the bottom of my lens. It seemed to take forever to fall off the edge and onto the dry pavement beneath my feet. But it finally did and I removed my glasses to wipe away that little trail of salt and water. My sweat stained, saturated handkerchief refused to dry the lens. All I got for my vigorous efforts was a foggy pair of spectacles, worse
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The Spartan Analyst 