Re-contamination


I feel contaminated. That tight embrace, that laughter, that pleasure, that mischief in her eye, which I could not see yet sense; that betrayal, which I saw and yet could not look at – all unwelcome, yet all are keeping on returning to me. Why? Why the fuck are they returning? My acquaintance with this […]

nOBAlAMA P*ss Prize! Please help me! Or, laugh with me…


I used to read about great people, mostly scientists, but still people who’d had significant and positive IMPACT on the World. The likes of Einstein, Neils Bohr,Schrödinger, Francis Aston, Har Gobind Khorana, and well the list could NOT go on… In ALL cases, I’d first read about their WORKS, and they’d invariably filled me with […]

Flickering lights


R: Not for those who consider themselves minors. “You know, I love you.” Darkness was gathering outside, with occasional attempts at countering it conspicuously emanating from the windows of a few apartments strewn all over. But, none of the two made any such attempt. He looked out through the oval vent and wondered if it […]

Atlas’ bugged… keep it short!


Gail Waynand stared at his own reflection, and the hand that held gun against his forehead. His own hand. He wanted to live on… to try deserving Dominique more than Roark. He was afraid of death. He pulled the trigger. [Click] “Inefficient buggers! Can’t produce guns that don’t jam.” “Keating! Don’t…” [Dhishkaon] Who’s John Galt?