Showing posts from June, 2015

Writing a Recipe for Human Mind

If there were no hunger would there be any food recipes. That is, if the growth and the well-being of our metabolism is sustained through breathing or a process equivalent to that, there wouldn't have been any hunger, or need for food. That alone would have cut down the world's activities and enterprises from its present measure to one forth or even less than that.

No food preparation, no food shows, no celebrity cook, no cook book, no recipe, no recipe- book, no restaurants, no hotels, no kitchen in our homes, no agriculture, no farming.  We can only imagine  how grotesque our world would have become.

So what all kinds of activities and enterprises in this world are sustained by that single factor called HUNGER and the other side of the coin RECIPE, have no end insight. There are many hungers, of course varying in terms of their intensities.  Hunger for  food is the most basic among all those, means its a need; without having food humans cannot survive.  But there are others…


I watched her turning the corner at the four-way junction and pacing along the bulwark. Reaching our front gate she stopped. Clutching the gate latch, she pulled it with force. Unlatching, she opened the gate.  Now I'm able to see the dirt on the stained flowers on her tatterdemalion outfit thatmade me nauseate.

I went to draw the curtains, to hide away from her, but she saw me, her wandering eyes capturing me and eternizing me in her. She waved at me, I ignored her.

Humanity - Laws of Love (A letter to a Hindu)

Laws of Newton, Laws of  Thermodynamics, Laws of gravity, I have heard about many more laws in science, but none in humanities until recently I read about the Laws of Love. While I was a student decades ago,  I wrote a humor post in my college magazine about love, 'Love-a Chemical Element'. A classmate and a neighbor of mine, accused me of plagiarism. A similar post was published somewhere else by somebody else.

This Year's Winter

By this year's winter I would have left Cape town. That was according to my travel plan. The plan I made when I shifted to Capetown by the beginning of this year. Towards the end of April or by early May I would have landed in Kerala. By June I would be sitting in the sit out of my Kerala home, ears awaiting the  horrendous beat of that monster-the Monsoon.  But I'm still in my Capetown home. Plans are made to be broken too..