As I look back…

As I spend my last few hours of 2009, I am tempted to look back and see what I wrote as this year started. I came across the following post ...

My Wonder Years…

About a quarter past 4, third week of December and the feeble sunshine of the setting sun looking to give up its battle against the approach...

Off My Shoe..

“It happened this morning. People who find descriptions of gore distasteful are requested to skip this and advised to recite nursery rhym...

आपकी याद आती रही…

One song I heard years ago and rediscovered recently. Putting in the lyrics below and then the video from YouTube. Heard it in a loop so man...

‘Dilli Ki Sardi’

Just happened to start very early for work this morning and captured the following shot on the way. This is possibly Delhi’s first brush w...

Forgive the change..

“When you are a little kid, you are better bit of everything - artist, scientist, athlete, scholar. Growing up, it seems is like a proces...

365 days later..

26-11-2008. It was the day that Mumbai – the financial capital of the nation came under attack by a handful of militants who came to kill an...

Writer’s Block..

Thanks to my pals, Calvin & Hobbes, I guess I don’t have to say anything more on this post. Smile, call me up and give me s...

I, The Living.

Winters are setting in. The days are getting shorter and the air cooler. The evening today had a tinge of pink to it. The sky was resplen...

Filum Chillum !!

Over a week since I posted anything. It had been an eventful week otherwise. I am between jobs again. Nope, not been fired but a delibera...

The 'Fair' Affair

Last week on my way back from the office, I saw a giant wheel lazing around in the open grounds behind the HUDA market near my place. Festiv...

Sweet Smell of Approaching Winters

An early youthful night flanked by thin flimsy mist, a lonely pathway with no disturbance of moving vehicles and jasmine flowers oozing the ...

Verses and...

My last post was a poem I had written long ago. The two comments that I received on it were similar. While I still deny and fail to see any ...

She Lives On..

This is something I wrote in my previous life. I remember her today just as I always have, in silence, in my dreams and in my prayers. SHE...

Pahaad (The Mountain)

I hate going to Haridwar for any reason what so ever but somehow find myself visiting the place every three months on one pretext or the o...

A Piece of My Being..

I have been calling up a lot of people these days, reminding them of my existence. Each day the rising sun brings me a fresh map - a voyage ...

The Silver Lining

Lying on my back I looked skywards and kept searching for the little rabbit in the clouds for long. It’s been some days since I last saw it....

Again...

Seems ages since I wrote anything and the way I feel right now, this sure can't be a happy entry. It's almost midnight. I had been...

The Chewing Gum called Love...

“Maybe that whole love thing is just a grown-up version of Santa Claus; just a myth we've been fed since childhood. So, we keep buying ...

Travel Diary–Haridwar (2009)

It’s been more than a couple of weeks before I get this chance to make an entry on this blog – more like a travelogue now. Anyway, this post...