Kartikey Sehgal
“Do you have Jay-Z on your computer?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to put it in?”
“No, I don’t.”
She turned to look straight at her table, not far from where we were seated. Her malfunctioned laptop lay there, along with an empty cup of coffee.
“You don’t really listen to Jay-Z, do you? And you don’t like wearing such skirts either.”
“No, I do. I mean I listen sometimes… “, she halted and looked at her skirt, probably worried if it showed …
Kartikey Sehgal
If the entire nation joins hands against corruption, then who is really corrupt?
Many (most) people become part of ‘movements’ to feel that they are ‘doing something with their life’. It gives them something to celebrate, something to ‘feel’; the word ‘emotion’ is a keyword.
Revolutions and ‘movements’ are important when people are bored. They want to be part of something important to give worth to their life. Money does not play that role. People realise that they don’t deserve their money and …
Kartikey Sehgal
The modern man thinks that he is free because he can change between jobs; leave an organisation, join another. However, even slaves wanted to be transferred between masters. They didn’t want to sit idle. Slavery gave them food and security. They also compared notes. Who ate what and who got treated well.
What has actually changed is the perception of slavery. ‘I am not bound to any one company’. But you are. How are you going to otherwise survive and if you do, …
Kartikey Sehgal
Chin Chiari and his family lived in a village. One day, some English speaking ladies came to the village to talk to Chin Chiari’s father. He didn’t understand anything the ladies said and asked them to speak to Chin Chiari.
The ladies were very happy to learn that Chin Chiari spoke in English. They praised him and called him “cute” and then they pulled his cheek. Chin Chiari smiled and told them that he didn’t like make-up of any kind.
The ladies asked …
Kartikey Sehgal
About the personal and cultural disintegration of a tribal village
There is a small tribal village in India. Malathi belongs to this village. The women here are happier than women in Delhi.
After puberty, Malathi was inducted into the village dormitory where she learnt weaving, knitting and other arts from the elder women and men. She also learnt the art of love-making through practice. By the time she was out of the dormitory, she was sexually and socially confident. Unlike the city girls, Malathi and her friends did not face ‘growing-up problems’ or ‘attitudinal disorders’ that lead you to the psychologist.