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Thursday, August 6, 2015. On kindness and social media shaming. Psychoanalyst Adam Phillips and historian Barbara Taylors new book, delves into that most fundamental of human attributes kindness and raises some important questions about how we understand and embody kindness today. In addition to the historical and literary content of their work, their message to the reader is a pragmatic and timely one kindness is an indispensable part of our human heritage and condition In giving up.Writes .CONTENT
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This blog contains poems of Gautam Sinha. At various times he has been an engineer in a steel plant, corporate trainer, professor in an IIT, poet, avid biker,an incurable optimist and a perennial student at heart and currently, Director of an IIM! Sunday, August 9, 2015. The eyes, the eyes. Smouldered in anger at boyish shenanigans;. Glowered unruliness to submission;. Shed silent tears all night, afraid to wake us,. In the wash of moonlight through the open windows;.
Of love, life and lunacy. Saturday, May 3, 2014. Thursday, April 24, 2014. My exultant eyes burst into tears,. He knows not the meaning of which. Crimson half moons rest on my neck,. His sharp nails dug in a shade too deep. He is my pink mascara,. His lips smell of poppers,. He can keep the regret colour memories. I just want to smell of freedom,. I have always been the topper. The sea looked like the sky. Sometimes you look like me! Thursday, April 10, 2014.
Saturday, March 15, 2014. I waited with bated breath,. Each car that passed by,. I hoped it would be his. I only heard a voice,. But never could I touch him. To hear him say my name . And now I would finally see him,. The phone rings ,. I hear him say,. Please direct me your way. My heart starts pounding,.