One boiling summer day I went into a grocery store on a desperate quest for ice cream. The ravaged freezer shelves were almost empty, except for a few unappetizing rejects. Then I saw, partly hidden, on a lower shelf, an enticing carton of peach ice cream. “Look! I see peach,” I said to the person […]
My Life-long Obsession with the Ideas of Erich Fromm Read More »
I was not a science major but I have read a lot on my own, and one of my heroes of rationalism is Carl Sagan. He wrote a book called Demon-haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark. I love the book but I wonder why Sagan did not use a more powerful metaphor.
How My Bipolar Disorder Has Made Me Appreciate Reason Read More »
I am not bothered by crooked pictures hanging on a wall. Happy slanting, I say. I can land on a sidewalk crack with careless abandon. Nor am I a germ phobic compulsive hand washer. I am made up of thousands of germs. Germs are everywhere. I accept it. What I have a problem with is:
Apostrophes: Scourge of the Punctuation World Read More »
It had been a while since I had considered the impossible. My bipolar medication had made sure of that. It tugged down my mood and put a ceiling on my imagination. It chained me to the earth. It drained me of my innermost self. But one winter day, I managed to ask myself an absurd
From Block to Creativity: Why Consider the Impossible? Read More »
One Saturday morning, a little before noon, all the writers went away. Where they went, no one knew. But everybody was always talking about it. “Know what I wish? Wish I knew of a writer who would write things. Really write them, not just spell. Where did they all go off to, I wonder?” “Beats
The Day All the Writers Went Away (Short Story) Read More »
