Is there really such a thing as a global citizen? Can you ever feel comfortable in several countries? Now, that I think is possible. The more relevant question is, as human beings, do we need to know that we belong to one country? Or can we be happily promiscuous about our nationalistic identities?
Category: Musings
Sex is like eating
You need a good palette to savour the different flavours.
Life is a funny deck!
Life is a funny deck. As you play , your cards keep changing. There are no rules to this game. You think you have to all figured – 4 Aces to a deck – not one more not one less. And thats where you are caught. While you pull your 12th ace out of the…
Silent Eloquence: Beauty and Power of words
The randomness of words..the beauty of the written word when it is dealt with without inhibitions..they surpass many more common and well accepted genres of beauty. The thoughts of a person who is writing are restrained by the speed of his own writing. It does not gallop like unreined wind. Instead it flows smoothly like…