A haiku on life and lifelessness in urban enclaves
Torrential downpour-
Dry, morose, barren buildings;
solitary tree.
I was peering out of the window next to my desk at work: heavy rain. I love rain, for all its lifegiving energies. But here it was falling into a rectangular enclave of dry, barren buildings. But imagine even just a solitary tree in this picture, what a change it would bring to the experience!
On the response of India's pseudointelligentsia to Islamist terror
Pontificating:
from an ivory tower;
A shivering earth.
How long before the platforms of these pontificating falseleaders far removed from reality collapse? the earth has begun to tremble and shake - better for them to get down from those towers and egnage with truth - before it does so even more violently and drop them off their seats.
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