Reality Check…

  You know what I did before I got married? - Anything I felt like.

A Brand New Heart

  I need a brand new heart. I guess the one I had for so long has really worn out. The austere valves no longer pump the same ebullient bl...

The Sound of Silence

I shall use this long drawn silence to talk to you. I would use these pauses to tell you all I wish to say. The vacuum extends from all what...

My Eureka Moment

It happened this morning as I was riding to work. I had to make an early phone call to San Francisco and I was wondering what would the loc...

The Fair Fight

We can fight forever if you feel like. If this brings you joy, I shall indulge you as long as you want. You can seek your solace from the pa...

The Rush Hour…

Cold December morning, the wind cuts into the face. The lips quiver and the fingers go numb inside the gloves. The jugglery with gear shifts...

Riddhie’s Own Blog Website…

I guess I finally did something worthwhile and finished off at least one thing in time. For those who are yet unaware of my new endeavor, th...

The Silent Night

I would have celebrated this silence had you been a witness to it. The darkness looms large and the cold air sweeps in from the broken glas...

“I - Abstract”

I have a life wrapped up, much as one of the unused carpets in my house. I move on one step at a time and fall back a dozen. Maybe I should ...

Agony…

Another year goes by and we the tax paying population of this country are still paying for Ajmal Kasab’s bread, clothes and security. The I...

About the Hiatus…

This is perhaps the longest that I have been away from this blog. Much has happened since the last entry and this. It almost seems like a ne...

Sitting on a Time Bomb

The much awaited verdict from the Allahabad High Court on the Ayodhya dispute was finally out yesterday (September 30, 2010). Though much wa...

Wasted

It’s been overcast and clouded for most part of the day with intermittent heavy showers. With the perennial shortage of electricity and long...

Farewell…

I shall let you go as you asked me to. Maybe you are better off without me, maybe you shall find peace in the vast emptiness that will sprea...

India Shining?

I took the following pictures from my balcony this morning. The little boy was accompanying his father who worked as a trash collector in ...

Paradise Lost

It was a beautiful day. The spring breeze blew gently spreading the bright sunshine over the little hill and the blue sky was flanked by co...

A Picture and A Few Questions…

The following picture was published in ‘Times of India’ on September 02, 2010 on the eve of Janmashtami. The picture shows a Burqa-clad la...

The Violet Spell…

The overcast grey afternoon quietly slipped into a mesmerizing violet evening. The blue light filtered through the windows and gave the roo...

Karz..

I never thought this would ever be completed. Perhaps still a little far from where I wanted this to be, it somehow scrapes through and man...

Another Candle Added…

Another year whizzed by. I look back at what I wrote 364 days ago about crossing over to the third decade of my life. Some moments of intro...

Bye

She wrote a little ‘bye’ on the screen and probably closed her chat window. I waited a while before I could make out what it meant. Didn’t k...

The Reunion (July, 2010)

“ We prayed and sailed together then and the sun lit us alike. I remember as we shared an early dawn, the first monsoon showers and the f...

Time to Make Stuff Up

There are no comparisons or parallels drawn with Jon here and I really hate cats. But this particular strip from yesterday’s ‘Times of India...

Dekhtaa Hoon…

अधूरी तसवीरें जादू भरी होती हैं, नज़र मिले तो बे-रंग पटल पर सैंकड़ों कहानियाँ कह जाती हैं, नहीं तो प्रत्यक्ष से परे अपने भीतर सिमट जाती हैं...