I could not stop staring at my feet – or rather the collection of colors that layered the walkway just beneath my feet. I looked all the way left, all the way right. The ground was covered with flyers – so many that they became indistinguishable from one another. I continued to stand just under the domed Northwestern entrance...
Listen to the Music“I got a black magic woman. Got me so blind I can’t see.” A melancholy D-Minor guitar progression masks the smooth Latin rhythm of the congas and timbales. The song’s alluring blend of classic rock, southern blues, and Latin folk music portrays the diversity of influences in its American roots. While listening to this masterful composition, I close my eyes, and my perception of reality begins to deteriorate...
I’ve never gotten along well with electronic paper clips. For as long as I’ve been typing, the ever-charming Office Assistant has been nagging me with dashed red lines. We Anglo-saxons created this language full of abstract and exquisite concepts, yet somehow managed to horribly mismanage spelling. The better part of the dictionary neglects phonics, and even worse, the book’s writers made few attempts to correlate spelling with meaning. For such an artful language, English lacks creativity...
For as long as the earth has been pulling things towards it, a number of those things have been fruit. Legend has it that one afternoon in the 1600s, a young Sir Isaac Newton was watched an apple plummet towards the planet’s surface and consequently pieced together this attraction between potential snacks and the ruinous ground...
My interest in psychology, people’s behavior and their role and influence in a community developed through my childhood and adolescent years as I lived in various parts of India. My father is a radiologist in the Indian army, and with each posting of his every three years, I got to meet new people from both affluent and destitute backgrounds, see new villages and towns and the way all these came together to form a society. I was fascinated by the nuances of various tribes, religious communities and castes, understanding at the same time that India lacks legislations and policies on how to govern these people in ways relevant to them...
Few people enter their offices on Monday mornings wondering whether they’ll find police reports detailing their staff’s weekend misadventures. In my first Army assignment, the question wasn’t whether, but how many. Eventually things improved, but because of my own self-doubt they got very ugly first...
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