Smoky Life

He sat through the night looking at the white stick in his fingers. The stick grew thick luscious tresses of smoke, bouncing effortlessly away from the stick, rising lovingly towards him, but the wind kept pushing them away. They fought for his affection; to kiss him sleepily between his lips, grow inside him, filling him

Rama Uvaacha

Sitaey… Forgive me Sitaey, forgive me. I know you understand that this was the only way I had; that this pain was inevitable. I would have killed myself for even the slightest suspiscion on your character, but as the reigning king of Raghuvamsa do I really have another choice of action, Sitaey? I know you

Vanity :)

this or this!

The joy of being a programmer

Now she speaks rapidly. “Do you know *why* you want to program?” He shakes his head. He hasn’t the faintest idea. “For the sheer *joy* of programming!” she cries triumphantly. “The joy of the parent, the artist, the craftsman. “You take a program, born weak and impotent as a dimly-realized solution. You nurture the program

Questions And Fears

On Questions Are questions the key to answers? It seems they are, however it is not, never simply about questions, but about asking the right questions, asking questions the correct way too. Its the questions that define our limits; its the questions that limit our beliefs; Its your beliefs that shape your questions, and it

Source Control & Life

* Only for the techies who know what version control systems are. Others, this is just a whole load of goodledygook 🙂 However, if you persist, you can first read this * Hi Admin, I am the version 1.20.240.7300 of the human program [code: K-OPO-S] and I am here to complain about a lot of

Time!

Pardon the absence of any resemblance to any sanity, rhythm, rhyme… +++ Time! An enigma to me and a billions others, As the reaper you stalk, and as a shadow you follow all along, being the healer you make us laugh. The grim reaper you! breaking into lives peaceful wreaking havoc as you drag away

The imminent death of Hinduism

Hinduism, the way of life of great liberties, freedom and tolerance. This is what I know of Hinduism. It i’s a way of life, not a religion, not a set of books, not a way of eating. It pervades each and every aspect of a Hindu’s life, the thinking, the eating, the talking, the behaving,

“Anon” :: A Story

Major style edit Hyperlinks to all pieces of literature i know of that i have placed in this story. Rathish, thanks for this idea! Forewords This one started out as a very small story on a bored work afternoon; but before I knew it just went on to morph into a fine short story in

Swades::A movie beyond compare

Sincere. Honest. Subtle. I had an important assignment to attend to yesterday afternoon; but one glance at the movie going on and I postponed the assignment there and then. I love Swades for so many things it tells and so many things it knows are not reason enough. Its a movie truly true to its