Devil Speak is a short verse on a world where Fake News, Alternative Facts and Post Truth politics rule.
The baby decides to test her vocal chords by tentatively singing the ‘a..a…ah’ note. The mother’s head turns on hearing the sound. She lifts her hands to her cheeks even as her eyes widen in delight. Rushing to her singing baby, she echoes the ‘a..a..ah…aah’ melody. The baby gurgles and beams in delight. On another… Continue reading What’s life without expression?
Powering Jet Airways with a Yellow Rose is the story of how the flower came to be chosen as the symbol for the airline. The story has been extracted (with a few modifications) from the book A Dance with the Corporate Ton: Reflections of a Worker Ant.
“Shh, walls have ears. Let’s take this elsewhere.” Ever been pulled away to a corridor or outdoors after hearing that admonishment? Ever thought, “This is silly. Who could be listening?” Ever wondered where the saying came from? Well, according to Dictionary.com, the old saying ‘ Walls have ears’ may have originated from a story about Dionysius of… Continue reading Shh, walls have ears. Phones do too!
Her 10-year old was bent over his school books, halfheartedly completing his homework. The light from the iPad screen illuminated his younger brother’s face, spotlighting his mirth as he watched his favourite YouTube video. He had been granted screen time to prevent him from disturbing his older sibling. Keeping a watchful eye on both her children, she… Continue reading The Bread Earner: A Cautionary HR Tale
On December 6, 1992, a large crowd of Hindu activists demolished the 16th century Babri Masjid in Ayodhya, Uttar Pradesh. The sounds of that demolition reverberated across India. Science through Newton’s law posits that every action has an opposite and equal reaction. Religion, too, propagates the same be it Judgment Day or the Law of… Continue reading The steep price Mumbai paid in 1993
The grey crept over the blue, blanketing it slowly with a faint rustle. The eye-dazzling overhead light began to dim, tinged now as it was by the edgy grey. The faint rustle grew in volume, picking up steam to thunder out aloud the imminent arrival of rain. The head first bowed in acknowledgment. A second… Continue reading The Dance of the Magnificent Plume