Ms Rand called it moral neutrality in 1962, we call it Political Correctness in 2015.
Growth and Transformation
Giving Up
Other people struggle NOT to give up. Your fight begins at the other end of the spectrum.
You don’t know how to give up.
First Birthday!
Happy Birthday to Rugs Of Life… !
Lukewarm
The most descriptive definition of mediocrity i found was “the state of being half way up the mountain… permanently”.
That’s ‘Lukewarm’ all over.
Get Over Yourself
I’m genuinely and mightily amused- and have been, for a couple of days. This is the kind of amusement that will always retain a pocket of privacy, no matter how widely and verbosely one describes it to the world. More than the public part, it is this irrevocably private fold that is sending me into […]
Musings on Home, Flowers and More
I have no idea what to write as introduction for Beloo Mehra, honestly. No matter what I write, it would still feel pathetically inadequate. But I need not really worry, in a way. All readers of Serenely Rapt have surely ‘met’ the wise and compassionate writer who weaves soul-expanding essays and commentaries on her two […]
Rain
It rained today. It wasn’t a half-hearted, wishy-washy kind of rain. It didn’t seem as if it were reluctantly tethering at the edge of a colossal indecision wondering whether to let go or not—then deciding not to, after all. Today’s rain didn’t remind one of a parsimonious millionaire jealously hoarding his wealth, giving out a […]
More And More
Have you noticed the tone of the commercials nowadays? Every second commercial boisterously and noisily assures you that their product or service gives you ‘MORE’. The word ‘ZYADA’ is being hammered at you all day long in one way or the other. It seems to have become the most enticing word in the all languages. […]
The Brothers
A man zoomed noisily into a narrow street in a rundown neighborhood. He was driving a brand new Porsche car, all shiny black and chrome. Its beautiful new alloy wheels glinted like silver. Its sleek contours spoke volumes about its performance on the road. Its engine purred mutely, holding all the horses under the hood […]
Jasmine
It was a balmy late afternoon. The sky was a glowing, washed-out blue. White balls of cotton bobbed about merrily on that sea of blue-ness. Some had coagulated greyly, ponderous with moisture. It had rained all morning. Steam rose in warm wafts from humid earth under my feet. Somewhere, far off, it was raining again, […]