Of all the items at the Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology, the miniature models of Native Americans fascinated me the most.
Some settings reminded me of my own place. Some faces reminded me of my own people.
Sadness was an element in my fascination; ‘they’ being ‘ONE OF US’ after all.
With a heavy heart, I hurriedly clicked through the thin glass.
TQM said: Did you like New York? GBG said: Yes, I did. The glitz and all that. It was dirty, though. Almost like Kathmandu. TQM said: Yes it is. But I am amazed at how they manage to take care of such a huge population’s leftover. What remains on the streets is, in fact, negligible […]
You have enrolled yourself as a corporate soldier and out of the 168 hours in a week you sell 40 hours to a company of your choice but, like any person-for-profit or person-for-charity, you tend to either short-change or WYAO. The rising trend in the digitized workplaces around the world is such that the workforce […]
(Here goes my first attempt at Political Commentary, albeit Personal and somewhat Fabricated) Girija Prasad and Pushpa Kamal, flanked by other peacemakers, solemnly sat on the dais as Krishna Prasad thirstily read out the contents of the Comprehensive Peace Accord (CPA). At times, during the narration, Girija Prasad and Pushpa Kamal whispered to each other […]
Well, we were asked to write an article each on Management and I decided to consult some Greek Gods for some insights into some Management Mantras
I was lazily strolling in my neighborhood one fine morning when I heard high pitched barks of a dog, followed by rounds of applause, in the distance.
This essay was written for a class assignment at the end of the millenium projecting what the world would be like after another thousand years . It projects the changes in society, human nature, and the sciences. The writer was 17 when he wrote it.
