“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…
Category: Such is Life
A Burqa for the Budding Belle
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…
A Blogger’s Kolaveri
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…
Followers of the Heart
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…
The Icy Hands
“There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings” - James Shirley Recently, one of my readers who often leaves precious footprints on my desolate blogs, remarked how an image posted by me invoked both…
Silence of the Speech
“I have often regretted my speech, never my silence.” -Anonymous Every day, en route to office, I pass by a large display panel beaming the day’s quote. Having digested the daily offering for a month or so, it struck me…
pain
The morning is pearly gray. I see the rain falling in symmetrical lines every time I look out. I don't go to work. I tell someone I want to be on a beach watching the sea. Naturally, there are many…
A Bad Post, but wait!
I am sorry, folks. I give up. I am tired of pretending. And it is in best interests of all involved to get it straight: I am neither John Updike nor Steve McCurry. The declaration takes megatons of load off…
The Joke is on Me!
The lady in the house has imposed a curfew on splurging. “No Dream Home, no Cream Machines!” She says. And the law is wrought in iron. You all know how wide open to interpretation a dream home is. It may…
Fra Lippo Lippi
Yesternight, I was caught red-handed drooling at the Nikon photographic lens section of B&H Photo Video online store by the Moral Police, a.k.a., the wife. A chill befell freezing everything alive wherein the unasked questions hung in the mid air…
While I be the Banker
Towards the end of March, of what is known as ‘the annual financial closing’, the accidental banker in me braces for the approaching storm with clinched fists and gritted teeth. It’s payback time for the mounds of litter left around…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 