End of an era


I used to use twitter as a scratchpad for my ideas that I would develop at a later time and post some of the on this blog. As much as I enjoyed my stay there, in July 2016 l ran out of motivation to continue to use that platform and deleted my account. Twitter seems a place filled with anonymous cowards who troll. I didn’t have such experience but most people I followed retweeted such exchanges, often supporting one or the other. Initially it all seemed intriguing, gauging into psyche of people etc, but I couldn’t take it anymore. The trolling wasn’t even intelligent. It was never.  So I got out of it. I could have followed different set of people, but, honestly, there isn’t anyone worthy of following  – everyone is the same. However, I recreated the account a month later, in August but I don’t use it. I just wanted to ‘protect the brand’ – I didn’t want some one to use that handle after I was gone and people mistake that person to be me.


About this blog

I used to use Twitter as my scratch pad and post the developed thoughts here, but not anymoreMy posts are grouped into four things : uncategorized, opinions, analyses and observations.

Uncategorized has just mundane things that may or may not be of interest, to anyone. Opinions has my views on issues, be it current affairs (current when written) or general ideas. The sub category is : India (for now). Analyses has contents that are basically my attempt at theorizing, deducing and other such “intellectual” endeavors. Observations has stuff that are not quite opinions and analyses but just what I’ve observed. They could grow into analyses someday.

I saw dead people

I saw people who were living

people who had life

people who had dreams

people who are now dead.


I saw people wailing

people wailing uncontrollably

holding people over their chest

the people who are now dead.


People showed me pictures

pictures having happy people

pictures showing life

of people who are now dead.


The charred bodies bore no likeness

to the lovely people in the pictures

and all I now saw was charred bodies

bodies of people who are now dead.


I saw people dredge out people

all day long like bags of sand

and what if a piece ripped off of them

these people are now dead.


I saw people made of wood

people made of butter

people made of everything in between

and people who are now dead.


People say people are alone

and bonds are rather shackles

and I can’t opine as all I see is people

people who are now dead.