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 Man who stole a Mouse
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.…
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…
Rest in Peace, Aarushi.
Dear Aarushi, This is a letter from a father of twin daughters that you will never read. Now I am not the only one to have daughters but I am obviously better suited to relate to the emotional whirlwind that…
How to Hold an EVIL Camera!
Lets face it then, I am an ugly man. How ugly, you ask? Quiet. To make the matters worse I took a fancy to photographing people. Now, imagine yourself being photographed by a baboon that looks like a man! I’m…
2010 in Review (Courtesy WordPress)
I am not sure what is tougher: being a banker, being a branch head (with depleted human resources), being a middle level manager of a public sector enterprise in India, being a housewife in an Indian middle class home –as…
One Grain Amongst the Storm 