Category Archives: Musings without a muse

Conflicted

I believe it was Ayn Rand who said that contradictions do not exist. It was an ‘a-ha’ moment for me when I first read this quote. This was also the principle behind my R-Quadrant. More recently, I have been pondering over the contradictions and the conflicted life we all live. Why is it that we… Read More »

The tree that would not be a tree

During one of our treks in Nagarahole jungle, I came across a sight I had not seen earlier in my life. A tree that was twisted line a vine! The first thought that came to my mind was – here’s a tree that seems to be wanting to be a vine. Then I noticed a cluster of trees around… Read More »

Lessons learned.. or not!

The story, if it can be called such, was very poignant. It goes like this – A couple moved into a house that had the forest as its backyard. One day the man went for a walk in the forest and saw a branch full of chrysalis ready to metamorphosize into butterflies. He had read… Read More »

Hindsight is 2020

The year 2020 did not only put pause to the-world-as-we-knew-it but it also put a pause to my writing. Not that anybody reads what I write but lack of audience has never deterred me earlier… after all, I specialize in writing books that no one buys! I stopped making resolutions many years ago, when I… Read More »

Our enemy’s best friend

Decades ago, when I wrote an article with the same title for a (now defunct) e-zine, my focus was the immaturity and gullibility of Indian society; especially the youth. Growing up, I would see mobs of youth going on rampage at slightest provocation by religion, politics, social causes they believed in or to protest against… Read More »

The R-Quadrant

The discussion started around one of the important traits of a good and effective leader – the say-do ratio. I have used this as an important parameter to evaluate others and my own leadership, whenever I was in such a role. Soon the discussion diverted to old friends and acquaintances, but a thought lingered in… Read More »

Chingari : She

In one of my earlier posts, Yearning, I mentioned that sometimes it’s not the  words that claw at your heart but a picture that seizes your gaze. It then sprouts words that come together to form a prose or a poem. When my nephew, Siddharth, posted this picture on Facebook I felt this compulsion to… Read More »