Bangalore has gone to the dogs 

The number of BMWs was a bad smell,  but the last straw was a large white Rolls crawling in traffic.

Buses already have weebs attending meetings with open laptops, even one fucker generating code with wireframes open on the side, in the bus, no less

if you took a peek at this from 2001, you'd think we'd be solving real problems, building the asimov/clarke worlds but no - at best, the masses are running around in circles trying to sell more of the same things 

soon, maybe a nobel prize for delivering packed junk crap in 10 minutes, who knows !!  

 when i grew up, the land used to be left to itself. life would grow and evolve at its own pace, and clutter the ground with organic debris. this used to be calming, and formed a soothing mental backdrop to my thinking about my life. perspective was more or less easy.

today the land is never left free.it is constantly dug, built, churned, trashed..... it's like living inside an ant hill, except that the ant-hill has consumed the known world...

ref : tao of pooh,  small is beautiful ( haven't read this tho)

 joseph campbell's hero's journey,  and borges four stories ....

 time is the first impurity, causing secretions of 'reality' to accumulate on the void, like the first layer of a pearl

when things flow out of the void, and there's nowhere to put them, space is created, so that the same thing 

same space different time. but there's no same space. space is always changing. time is changing everything.

in the void lie all things perfect, and their flawed form arises out and manifests, doing a stint of exile before returning 

similar energy

 

ready when tired

hunters, pluckers, fishers vs farmers

To make a mark on the universe some one must first hold it still for you.otherwise it is akin to shooting paintball pellets at a shoal of fishes, and equally futile

wp :

i guess everyone know this was coming, no one believed they'd be first. 2026 will as the year when AI roots took. and things changed forever.

i first noticed it when the <cursor> icon showed up, then immediately disappeared in the battery usage readout. i remember it well - we had just returned from dinner at the beloved <city> mandarin -  chinese restaurant, we had taken the new family car, bumping around on potholey roads and stop-go traffic, with delivery riders zooming in and out ahead of us. as the kids dropped off to sleep, i opened my laptop as usual and was fake-working.

 

Writing club 1

 The story told from the pov of a story. I escape from the pages as live in your head.ends with being read at a writer's club.

The story of a house, mustiness sensed when stepping in overshadowing the gloomy fate of its inhabitants 

Stories flew around the place like little birds, the mortals walked around wide eyed, searching for suitable one

.why am i here 

I am putting in a patch of my own sky

Am I audible horror story  . Bosss computer takes over on the run .finds boss taking refuge .run some more, get to the sea.island.

I am a mole who grew a human face and body

 Good writing comes from the heart 

Says what everyone knows but hasn't found words for yet

It unified ,forms a bond between reader and writer

Great writing takes someone else's recipe and replaces the chicken with potato

had to tell somebody