Tushar Jain

Imagine – the sun pouring in, the fingers feeding in on the typewriter, a turgid film of sweat on the gristly brow, a tackling writer milling in the temerity to finish a single draft, 700 words or maybe 7000 words.

The primary rule of being an intellectual is appreciating the opposite sex, and the secondary rule is to be wary of those whom you are likely to appreciate.

Radical education – issue of emancipation The technique of educating a rock, and that of educating a moral soul is analogous – for it is never vital what all is taught, but it is subliminal, what all is primarily, comprehended and...

Good writing is like sex. Two people are involved – the writer and the reader. Bad sex usually satisfies only one person, most preferably, the writer – the person who leads. Good sex not only satisfies both people, it pleasures them.

In a world where dynamism alters egos and principles in a man every second, where men divest in tenets that secure them from being devout to something natural, where humanity seeks reasons to be ignorant just to feel sly and intelligent –...

Courage is something that is reflected and reciprocated, and is by no means, inherent. When we are ordinary, we are morally ample and when we are surreal, we are audacious.

Purpose. What is purpose? Drinking coffee when you wake up and making a habit of drinking coffee only when you wake up? No. Trying to drink coffee when it’s hot and trying conscientiously to make it a habit to swallow it hot? No.

The manifestations of motiveA man is captive within himself. He dwells in a freedom which is confirmed to bounds, he breathes in an ambience ensnared to limits, he nurtures a shriveled valiance with the quaint promises of trepidation, and he is...

Humanity - the sole endeavor of sanctity in every man, the moribund symphony serenading in all perceptions, the extinct deference suggestive of life—humanity. Something already sold to that trait of the individual defined as war.

A man is captive within himself. He dwells in a freedom which is confirmed to bounds, he breathes in an ambience ensnared to limits, he nurtures a shriveled valiance with the quaint promises of trepidation, he is infinite to his content and eternal...