What is life
Sans the realm
Of possibilities and aspirations
The tea is waiting
To be sipped as well

Through the Highways of Globalization
What is life
Sans the realm
Of possibilities and aspirations
The tea is waiting
To be sipped as well

I had a deep guilt regarding writing and my intellectual interests in policy and history as I am trained in engineering, which I work as a consultant. I see no dichotomy in both the areas as both are my cognitive feet, giving me balance, and configuring the person I am. As in Latour’s Actor Network Theory, the living and the non living are connected with the same potency. I grew up where my humanities educator parents were hugely suspicious of my interests as they wanted me to secure my financial future. I am fortunate to have trained in engineering and ethnography and both devices sync seamlessly in a networked narrative. I write from life, and is infected with a bias for systematic view with the eye for emotion. In my next life, hopefully I can study writing as well! I write therefore I exist.
An unfinished life
Rough edges
Silences loud enough
Better quiet
Let’s move on
Life is lived in moments
When do we consider
An experience, complete?
Moments, take off
Take flight
Burn into oblivion
The experience is life
As it should, be
#spokenword
Arnab was classy on the flight, his Cambridge Anthropology Education showed unlike Kamra. We have been on the same flight a few years back, and he has an extremely calm demeanour in public, very understated.
PS: Endangering Public Safety in mid air is no coherent counter to his politics of R TV. He has an audience who watch his political theatre. I don’t, however he has a right to be on air as NDTV.
The Bazaar. Who said offline retail Kirana is dead.



The Republic is articulated in the enthusiasm that this young boy has for the rashtra dhwaj or the national flag, while he is pestering his father to buy one. The republic is the register of the aspirations of its citizens. #RepublicDayIndia
Unlike other literary devices, poetry comes from an unknown place, a certain crack in the soul. It is bled, rather than written.
I feel at home
Everywhere, the warmth is present
More importantly
The cash in the bank
Is the warmest embrace
I can get
#spokenword
The anti NRC/CAA protests have turned in to some thing of pop culture, a mature college festival. Let all the anti Modi forces unite, is the rallying call. Shaheen Bagh being exalted, as Tahrir or Shahbag- we’re never Modi voters. Doesn’t matter to the anti Lutyens/India International Centre seminar circuit culture of the BJP. It worries more about Darbhanga than Dilshad Garden.
In chasing the future
We often miss the heartbeat
Where was I, I often wonder
A voice inside quipped
‘While your life was buffering’
Smell the decay
Of Dreams
Life is not
The bio we write
On our LinkedIn
#spokenword
