Yes, said it. It is some AI tool or a human, or whatever your interpretation allows it (nice pun, no?) to be. What did it…
I am a shallow man, a tired, sick man. That’s not just a Dostoevskian philosophy I am charading here. I’d rather be Camusque in my…
There are giggles, superficial jokes, an atmosphere of humour or talks that reek of lower consciousness. People talk, they pretend, I don’t know, how can…
What is it about rereading Camus that makes one so pensive. So, this week I took up Part 2 of Camus’ magnum opus The Stranger.…
“At the peak of my powers, I laughed. In the deepest abyss, I laughed.” I abhor love, at least as it has come to be…
I have a very radical thought process against consumerism. Having been a marketer for a better part of my life, or running a marketing agency,…
What if you die while living? Not all deaths are bad. What about the death of ego while living? In our scriptures, it is called…
“The Society only loves you when you shrink into what they can understand” One of the most profound themes to reflect in art is dealing…
It is a chapter of my life that I have rarely shared with anyone, except for those of course who have read my book. And…
Watching Pyasa was a futile effort some years ago. It was a torrid, Black & White film, excruciatingly slow-paced, and depressive in nature. In short,…