Most of the artisitic minds in the planet are hidden behind factories, programmer's cubicles, management boardrooms, rickety offices. The turbulence here is that of an artist emerging out of a serenely settled engineer's life...
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Chilly New York evening, standing in the line for cabs...
In a distance, hear two cabbies tussling with profanities peppered in to the already lousy conversation.
Cop: "Cut the crap, If you want to fight, go back to Pakistan"
I instinctively smile and immediately stop as the cop adds "...or India"