Every time you ask someone a question, stupid or intelligent, reflex response is, “did you Google it”? Information at finger click, self driving cars, automatic sensors, robots that take care of not just your physical needs but emotional needs as well..Artificial Intelligence stares you in the eye and stalks you..You search for something online once… Continue reading Real Intelligence going Artificial!
Keep hearing of ugly episodes of bullying at schools. Some of them are so obscene that its even embarrassing to recount them to anyone. When confronted, the students would casually shrug it off saying it was just light humour! Light humour?!! Really?? Prank that can scar someone for life, joke that can shatter someone’s confidence,… Continue reading Good humour Or Bullying
They saw me adorning the shelf of an upmarket store. The man instantly liked me, embraced me behind the curtains of the trial, admired himself with bright orange me wrapped around his torso, he decided to own me. I liked my new home, a neatly organised, musky fragrant drawer. My master sported me with a… Continue reading Autobiography of a T-shirt in an Indian household
Everytime I interact with zealous, focussed and impelling youth I can feel their enthusiasm rub on to me and Oh! how I crave to belong to that carefree yet driven league once again! Carrying the stigma of being labeled as immature, inexperienced or frivolous, the youth often find themselves vulnerable to criticism from the experienced… Continue reading Youth
“This is our way of bonding” replied the teenage cousins when asked to play something or converse and put away the laptop on which both of them were glued..Instigated me to write a spoof on cousins meeting after 20 years from now.. (of course it is exaggerated and melodramatic!!) “Hey you remember..we rarely used to… Continue reading Bonding gets a makeover
As a daughter I consider my father as a real hero. May be my love for him has made me believe so but I think he has shown utmost grit yet patience, determination yet resilience, will power yet acceptance…not just in his fight against cancer but in his attitude towards life.. Making us so proud… Continue reading My Father
I spent two beautiful years of my life in Shimla. Well, to do my postgrad, though I remember nothing that even remotely resembles studying! Gossiping who’s having a crush on whom, plans of playing pranks on class boys, laughing hysterically over mindless jokes, chai after chai at Shahji’s , going for ragging to Institute of… Continue reading Shimla, My Abode Once..