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...
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
How are you doing?
As yet another call began with an inane "How are you doing?" from the other end.
I muttered silently "If you find me on the road in a pool of blood, would you rush me to the hospital or worry about the upholstery of your car"