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Women [in Free Verse]

Jun 23rd, 2009 • Category: Featured

Prelude The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world And it’s the time and day to celebrate and cherish the hand in it all Woman, what are you, and this is the question of all questions Yet it’s the answer to all answers to which we have no plausible clue And all that remains [...]



Mirror, mirror on the wall… should I leave the house at all?

Jun 15th, 2009 • Category: Objects of Desire

Never would the wicked stepmother of Snow White have imagined such times! If this gadget was in use during Snow White’s time, she would have never succumbed to the poison of the green apple… and for that matter, would have never met her ‘Prince Charming’. But that’s a different story! The M30P Magic Mirror is [...]



Sex, Generalization in Chat rooms and the Kamasutra…

May 30th, 2009 • Category: Featured

Recently, I visited a Yahoo chat session on spirituality and came across a cross-section of people from all over the world. We discussed concepts such as Instructional Design, Carl Jung, Astrology and material related to psychology. I was chatting in the ‘public’ section, when a woman openly abused me, calling me a ‘horny and desperate [...]



“The Pixar Story” by Leslie Iwerks

May 28th, 2009 • Category: Entertainment

When Steve Jobs bought the Graphics Group, a division of LucasFilm owned by George Lucas Ltd for $10 million in 1986, little did he know that Pixar which is its name now would have a movie made on its history, background and achievements. A reason why I consider this man, to be an icon not [...]



The Mirror Holds Sway… in free verse

May 28th, 2009 • Category: Life

THE MIRROR HOLDS SWAY… SCENE ONE: TURN OF THE HOURGLASS… A CHANGE OF SEASONS (SPRING) I’m sinking like a stone, my voice drowns me, falling into darkness I’m holding back, my ship will run aground The questions scream themselves into existence (tearing me from seam to seam), and I am oblivion itself Who am I? [...]