Dear L,
There was a time when a McDonald's burger was good enough for me. One would be
hard-pressed to convince me there could be a better burger. And then I ate a
better one — a much better one. It was a burger chain in San Francisco, called…
Dear L,
A few weeks ago, a motor home appeared next to my apartment building. It looked
like it has been in disarray for months. I didn’t think of it much, until I
noticed the man who owned it; Lean, in his late sixties, rocking an old-timey
rugged moustache.…
Dear L,
Our general notion of human intelligence is a fairly narrow one. It’s not very
different from the off-the-shelf variant of intelligence that Oxford describes
as the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills. It disregards one
deeply rooted aspect of human intelligence; most of our intelligence…
Dear L,
During college, I used to occupy a corner room in our house which was ostensibly
my workshop & lab. I used to build things there, mostly electronics, sometimes
run experiments etc. I liked this place much more than the workshops in our
college. It was my fun little…
Dear L,
Once, on a walk with my Father, he mused about a question that I never managed
to forget. How high a kilometre is, he had asked. The question wasn’t meant to
poke at the international body of standards and measurements — what had struck
me the most was…