People kill people. Guns don’t.
True. Packed with harmless powders lying lazily behind cold metal, they are just a little device of hammers and springs that doesn’t do anything on its own. Sold in swanky showrooms where they are laid out enticingly under the glare of piercing lights that reflect off their polished bodies, they are just as innocuous as your shiny figurine of the Spider man. Yep, they are slick, super sexy toys. Big men love them. Kids love them. They are cool to have
Have you ever been madly in love with a girl who couldn’t do anything properly? Someone so ‘incomplete’, so ‘incompetent’? Because she couldn’t walk without staggering or falling down. She is missing several teeth. She wouldn’t clean her mouth. She… Continue Reading →
Couple of years back I was in the same boat as many of today’s MBA aspirants are. Today, as a professor, I sit on the other side of the table taking GDs and Interviews of aspirants who are in search for… Continue Reading →
“Papa, come sit with me for breakfast,” my seven-year old son studying in standard two asks me on a cloudy Sunday morning. On holidays I usually let him oversleep, to make it up for my tortures on school days —… Continue Reading →
A few months back, I was driving a Hyundai Eon (fortunately) on a small town road with my father sitting beside me. At a traffic signal, I slowed my car to a crawl and steered it towards a gap between… Continue Reading →