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Stock markets –The Unbounded temptation

A Business graduate by degree, a job with an MNC-, white collared, to say the least and yet at the end of the 30th day, you believe you ought to take home a better pay.” It only peanuts that you get “. As you wonder where life is heading, you phone buzzes like a death knell, from your ever so frowning boss who expects the unexpected . Your tied down in chains by the so called “respectable job”. And then you have a friend, a dropout, who failed miserably at college and was so...

Politics: Signs Of Insecurity

Politics is defined in the dictionary as “ Social relations involving authority or power “. Come to think of it, the elite classes of individuals who govern any nation are called “ Politicians “. Some of us hope to be one among them, but the very use of the word “ POLITICS” infuses a whole world of negativity and is deciphered as a game of greed, treachery and bias. Politics in reality is the implementation of powers bestowed by virtue of position and is worthy of respect. The world...

When the Mind Is Blank

The mind is blank, thoughts aplenty, but nothing concrete that holds my attention . The world around me seems to be passing by , and  I am  struck in the maddening crowd without space ,direction or purpose . Its like a little child who has lost his way in the village fair , crying for help ,searching for his dear ones . I for once , do not know whether I am  in search of someone , or in quest of an unfulfilled desire . As I stand in the balcony on a rainy  winter afternoon,  the chillness...

The traffic stopper

It’s 11 am on a Monday morning and Residency road is bustling with traffic. As I stand along the footpath, I find a “ lost world “, heading to their respective destinations. It is a world where none have the time or disposition to care for another soul. Around me I find a whole  world of characters that I probably would not remember the next moment. "Move On", - that’s the call of the day!  Amidst all this chaos, the traffic comes to a screeching halt.  Ahead of me is a packed BMTC...

Soaring Heights

Hanging in thin air …on a piece of log…. fighting for  survival! I am seated on the 15th floor of my office building when I hear a thud against my windowpane. Busy completing a report, little do I care to turn around when Iam taken aback by the sound of a crash. There are bloodstains splashed against the window, leaving behind a blot on the crystal clear glass. It seems like a soaring vulture has hit the windowpane when I find a skeletal body hanging in thin air. Here is a thin and frail...

Red, Yellow and Green

60 seconds…60 seconds to earn a living! As the signal turns red at the Mayo Hall junction, a little girl all of 5 years steps on to the street. She looks dusty, rugged and certainly hasn’t had a bath since ages. In her hand is a piece of rusted iron ring, which looks like the remains of a building that has seized to exist. Deftly she drops this little ring through her skinny self. Her hand retards like a spring in action to let the ring through. 5 seconds later, she’s on to her second...