Etic

Satire

Tongue firmly in cheek. May bite, too

6 pieces

Goodness, do we keep peddling

Almost nobody is simply doing anything anymore. We are all furiously selling things to each other, never mind that most of us don't have much to sell.

An Email Speaks

I was sired on a damp Monday on the third floor of a near-empty office, born not of passion but of a lust for purpose.

The Fritter And The FM

The first time I met Manmohan Singh, I didn’t know he was Manmohan Singh. It was either late 1993 or early 1994.