"Who enrolled me in the ranks of the human race?" –Joseph Brodsky Yesterday, I attended a blogging community meet in a trendy restaurant specialising in exotic Mediterranean delicacies. The sponsors were a popular notebook company and as usual, they did…
Category: Such is Life
A Hole in My Pyjamas
It’s a cold night and there is a hole in my pyjamas. It is shameless of me to be cribbing in a city that has never seen the mercury slipping below ten while good old Delhi is raring to embrace…
2012 in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Here's an excerpt: 4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 34,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this…
The Indian Shepherd
In a deal that clicked a couple of years too late for me, Syed would sell the disused Nikon from his studio for a thousand rupees to me. He loaded it with a complimentary black and white roll too, making…
The Slippery Slope
A marble drops on the slate of mind and clatters to silence. It is the lone rattle in the void of ages. I freeze to attention and hold my breath to stop it rolling off the precipice. But it is…
In the Arc Light
I don’t suggest that you read ‘Personal Concerns’ because Amit has published a tête-à-tête with me in his latest post at his riveting blog. You read Amit for what he pens. His writing is intense yet panoramic, needle-sharp yet cosmic,…
Déjà vu
“A déjà vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix. It happens when they change something.” –Trinity in Matrix Yes, something changed in the Matrix here and it can’t quite be called a glitch. You are not a good writer…
An Owl Reflects
I was born before I was born. All owls are. True to the species, my fate was chiselled on ancient rocks by comets hurled from alien space. No one could change it after that, not even God. Certainly not Father.…
Marked
"Drifting, what am I like? A gull between earth and sky." -Du Fu / Vikram Seth The more I think of Internet as a huge river where blogs float like boats, the more I am overtaken by the faithfulness of…
A Tented Image
It was not many decades ago that I was shot but since I live to tell the tale, it is only fair to reveal that the weapon of assault was a grumpy black box sporting a round lens on one…
The Last Salute
I don’t want to write about death. Who does? The business is best left to newspapers, God and Pratibha Patil.¹ The last, for her amazing powers to grant life to those long dead. Yet I must dwell for a brief…
From Privet Drive to Diagon Alley
In a shrewd move of one-upmanship in keeping with the indomitable Indian spirit, I have decided to write a flawsome post, realizing how folks have been writing awesome posts all over the Internet. What is so God-forsakenly flawsome about it,…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 