You want me to spread my heart on the bed, It’s both, broke and cold; I watch my feet as I move ahead, There are cadavers on the floor. What is this they won’t let me peel? A sheet, a grief or a shroud? Who is this who sleeps so still Heedless of lifeless crowd? [...]
Read moreFor My Eyes Only
February 19, 2012
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We’ve been old mates, glasses and I! And when I was visited upon by the first installment of friendship, fancy dealerships were not in vogue. The optometrist, who pronounced my fate in terms of twin minus fours, also scribbled the name of a ‘reliable’ outlet which I suspect was partly owned by him. We found [...]
Read moreGhostwalker
February 11, 2012
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(Ghostwalker to my Father) Standing on the untilled land, The wind sliding past my hairless pate, I proffer water with trembling hands And light the lamp of a withered fate. They said your soul will wail and wander On the breath and the beat of the beloved lives, Till an exorcist coldly tears us asunder [...]
Read moreMy son, must I stay?
January 25, 2012
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“I fear yours is no living soul. How could it make this distant flight? You came: the maple woods were green. You went: the pass was black with night.” -Du Fu / Vikram Seth The hamartia that ruled my father’s life was his obsession for the well-being of his companion, my mother. He sired a string of [...]
Read moreA Burqa for Noida Girl
December 27, 2011
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On a day when Kisan Bapat Baburav Hazare threatens to take on Mumbai , on a day when Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar threatens to strike the hundredth hundred, I am moved enough to remember all those eyes that peer out of darkness of veils. You feel the impetus is seriously misplaced? With half the women in [...]
Read moreExistence
December 21, 2011
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(Excerpts from 2009) “The wind is free, but the sand goes where it is blown. Unaware of the world around it, whirling on the breath of the Gods, at the mercy of the storm that engulfs it. What is one grain of sand in the desert? One grain amongst the storm?” The haunting voice of [...]
Read moreA Blogger’s Kolaveri
December 6, 2011
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O, kind visitor! Would you mind visitor, If you find below An offbeat post That should float above The boring verbose And laboured prose But sinks below The sewage of a Choking city e.g. Mumbai, What the shit Is this Kolaveri di? I wake up at last, I sit in the bath, Stare at the [...]
Read moreFollowers of the Heart
October 18, 2011
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Steve’s passing away has a spawned a generation of gleeful followers overnight. “Follow your heart” has assumed a cult status and is threatening to stop the Earth from turning. Every direction I crane my neck into, I see hordes of revellers doing what they had always wanted to but couldn’t. Trust me, of late the [...]
Read moreThe Man who stole a Mouse
October 6, 2011
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When I opened the browser today, it simply said: Steve Jobs 1955 -2011. When he stole a mouse and a few graphical boxes from Xerox, he actually stole a dream. A dream, because Steven Paul Jobs was born a dreamer. A dream that the whizkids at Xerox thought was beyond the comprehension of the present [...]
Read moreThe Owl that never was
September 21, 2011
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I was born before I was born. All owls are. If only it had stopped with that…. Read my Guest Post ‘The owl that never was’ at Cyber Nag.
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Rest in Peace, Aarushi.
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