Arun Kumar I hope you have not been hit on the head by lightning or a piece of disintegrated meteor. Neither have I. Once, I was surprised at an outdoor party in a friend’s house being hit on the head by a flying object that came out of nowhere. Its…

Arun Kumar “We are always thinking about the future to have a better past and miss out on the present.” — Unknown As I write this post, my thoughts drift to the Island of Endings. It is just like when meditating, the mind manages to stay focused on three breaths…

Arun Kumar You and I, taking an afternoon walk in the woods. It is an unusually cool day for the month of June, and it feels wonderful to be out on the trail stealing leisurely moments away from life. …

Arun Kumar On a lazy summer afternoon, I am wondering if utopia is even feasible? Or it is what we think of it that is just a dream. Is uniformity or equality an impossible trait to find? Is there a fundamental force that makes them a shimmering mirage? A mysterious…

Sweet revenge of the polar bear Arun Kumar My left hand sometimes does not know what the right hand is doing. Maybe this happens more often than I realize. Why else has the phrase become an idiom? …

Arun Kumar Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic — Arthur C. Clarke St Croix. We are staying on the west side of the island and away from the reaches of civilization. It is a wonderful place. …

American Exceptionalism! The dictionary tells that Exceptionalism is “the condition of being different from the norm.” That sounds innocuous and acceptable. The opening of the Wiki sentence on the American Exceptionalism states it “is the idea that the United States is inherently different from other nations.” One of our exceptional…

Arun Kumar Every five minutes I squirm around but don’t seem to get comfortable. The depth of the sofa is 25”, and for short people like me, legs dangle in the air. I feel like a child living in spaces made for adults. A Gulliver in the land of Giants…

Arun Kumar It is the month of April, and it is still cold outside. Like a newborn calf, spring is trying to get on its feet, feel free, and prance around with childish abundance. It gets up, wobbles a little but sits down again to catch a few breaths. …