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Vaaswat Sarkar

Monsters and Men

His mother died in the 1800’s when he was very young and there was nothing the doctors could do. That fuelled his obsession with death and he sought the power to overcome it. On that day he renounced faith and replaced it with a new God- science and an...

Failure of Communication or How I Began my Cyborg Project

O knew six languages fluently but, according to them, was never eloquent enough when it came to speaking their heart out. O: I wish I could find a machine that translates my thoughts into language. Me: What kind of language? O (in a low voice): You ...

On Airports

A widespread recent phenomenon is that almost all the airports in the world are turning or have turned into silent airports. Silence is perhaps to commemorate the state of modernity we live in, most people wrapped around their cocoon unable to communic...

Kafka's Axe

We sleep with our eyelids closed and have them open when we are awake. Blink. Lately life has existed in the realm of transition between wakefulness and oblivion. I look at the mirror and see myself morphing into disfigurement. I need to find Kafka’s ...

On Synchronicity

It was the break of dawn and one could hear the initial sound of the rooster in the village. I saw two boys on a bicycle holding onto the shoulder of another young man on a bike as they moved paralleled and you could hear their muffled laughter at some...