A Temporary Farewell Poem…
Recently a bunch of friends of Shivani Kanetkar, one of our beloved guests, threw her a surprise party before she flies off to the UK to attend school for a year. Shivani is a multi-faceted personality: an English Literature major and scholar, an English tutor, an avid naturalist, a Foliage camp guide, and a sweet
Ohh-lumpics Wet Dream!
Like a eunuch lowering her gaudily embroidered saree, after the shamelessly threatening display of her genital mockery, the curtain just came down on the weenie Indian ohlumpics for the next four years safely shrouding our downspouting dicks “Hail the six medal-winners that did us all so proud” the sterile tweets will squeal, a
The Magic Soul: An Ode to Entrepreneurs!
I consider my dad (along with my mom) equal to god. Except that I know my dad exists! I revere him not just because he was an ideal dad for us but because he’s an ideal entrepreneur. Born in utter poverty, he worked hard growing up, managed to educate himself, studied engineering on scholarships and