And The Agony Continues…

I can’t believe that I am actually posting another article on Mumbai attacks. I wish I had a short lived memory like our lawmakers and judic...

When it doesn’t make sense…

Barren vastness, silent beats burning ground and tired feet You wish there was a hole in the wall to escape through As darkness falls The ...

She Walks In Beauty…

The title stems from Lord Byron’s poem and the post hereon is born after watching an episode of Kahkashan on YouTube this evening (In fact i...

Foodie Files - Shoot, What You Eat

Tried a few things recently – Clams, Oysters and Baby Octopuses for dinner and shooting the food wallpapers. Needless to say, loved it all...

Some Diwali.. Eh?

It had been a Diwali of firsts.. First Diwali ever that I have been away from home, first ever that I have been officially working and gett...

Mausam

एक रोज़ वो भी था जब ख़याल सीने पर रुकते थे  हर जज़्बा शोला, हर हर्फ़ अंगार होता था आसमान के सफों से तब आशार बरसते थे नज़रों में कुछ अपनी ...

Long Live Ajmal Kasab….

Hate me for the title but this is perhaps the longest I have followed a news and waited for justice that I guess it is unfair to both Indian...

As It Sinks In…

Jagjit Singh – the Ghazal Maestro passed away on October 10, 2011 and it takes more than a day for the sad news to sink in. With his demise,...

Time to Stop? Maybe…

This blog used to be a reflection of how I often saw myself - not very long ago. It now shoots a flare once in a blue moon. I guess I have b...

Foodie Files - Have a Heart

How many hearts does one need in a lifetime?   Two, if the first one fails you and you need a transplant.   Three, Four, ...

The Sufi Sings…

My recent reading has been the kalaam of Baba Farid and I have come across some very fine couplets rich in meaning and easy to imbibe. I ma...

पुराने पन्नों से...

पुरानी रद्दी में से एक स्कूल की किताब निकली. बीच के पन्नो में कभी कहीं खाली बैठे हुए एक तस्वीर खींची गयी थी. बात उस वक़्त की है जब शायद यह त...

Walls…

We live in our own prisons and shall succumb to the walls that we are building right now. The mind is trapped and the legs tied. Wish I coul...

Bringing Down An Angel

  I am the hand that torched your wings Burnt them down to cinders & made you a mortal I shall not be forgiven But then, to th...

The Midnight Solace

It stirred up again and as I looked out of the window onto a scrappy ugly lit Jersey cityscape marred with a frowning sunset, I could feel m...

Unlearn and Relearn

I looked back and then ahead again. The adrenaline kicked in and I felt a slight rush of blood go to my head. I took a deep breath and wen...

The Elusive Life

I spent whatever time I had on my flight thinking about if life at all made any sense. I have been playing along the way things have come my...

Filling The Blanks…

Hmmm..the blog looked dead. It has been quite some time since I last wrote in anything. For a change, it wasn't the lack of ideas but ju...

The Game

I am amused at your sitting in silence with your head turned away, not wanting to look at me. What amuses me more is to see you checking the...

Champions and The Morning After…

India won the Cricket World Cup 2011 last night and there were unprecedented celebrations all over the country. People flocked to streets sh...

As India Celebrates…

It is only befitting that I make a quick post about the celebrations last night after India beat Pakistan at Mohali after a seemingly anxiou...

Rooting for India…

It’s only a game of cricket and not war, I repeat and can’t even convince myself. It is one day to go before the India Pakistan World Cup 20...

A Picture is worth a 1000 words…

India won a hard fought battle against Australia in the second quarter final of the Cricket World Cup 2011 last night and well..the picture ...

The Decent Policewala

I don’t know if you would find this to be as amusing as I thought it was, but it was something I never expected. In fact, for a moment, I re...

See This…

1. Have you ever spent more than a 1000/- on a lunch or dinner in a fancy restaurant in a mall or a shopping place? 2. Have you ever bought...

The Fire and The Smoke

Tried coming up with some smart rhyme and embarrassed myself – yet again. I guess I have lost all sense of poetry for that matter. Maybe I s...

For Esha and The Cause…

I received a new year greeting card by regular post this morning from a very special person. Now she is special not because that I know her ...

The 2010 Diary

I remember being retrospective about the year 2009 almost at the same time an year ago. (Read ‘ As I Look Back ’) I guess its time to do so ...

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...