I was probably six years old when I saw my 15 years old elder brother singing Md. Rafi’s “Jahaan daal …
Bengaluru’s summers were different when the city was still Bangalore and I was a schoolgoing kid. The city’s unpredictability in …
The sirens from the SUVs of the police patrolling in the neighbouring locality and that of ambulances shuttling on the …
Oh, the things we do in life for the love of our life. We go to such extent to keep them happy.
The worst year of modern times is coming to an end. Millions dead, millions more hospitalized. Thousands have lost their …
While decency is quite subjective and people have different levels of acceptance towards different levels of decency, I attribute it to the amount of goodness in the value system you inherited from your parents, friends and education and how much you stick to them.
Friends from an unlikely place called Office and the myriad forms of human emotions in the era of unsocial media and social distancing
Life’s just been crazy. It has been hard, very hard to catch up with the life I once used to …
While I’ve never been happier on a personal front, this is not what I am, not what I stand for, not how I envision myself to be. It’s almost as if my inner self, the breakfree being, the rebel is lost somewhere. I need to talk to him, bring him back.
While Windows is nowhere in the scene now, I’m stuck with iOS and I must say, although it hasn’t been an affair to remember like what it was with Windows, it’s at least a stable marriage that I know will last long.
Rather than owning up to your fault or fighting me, you chose to run away and hide behind bookshelf. Such a cowardly act only adds to the list of crimes you have committed today.
Reasons – looks like I always have them, in abundance, to not write. To not write regularly, to not develop this “hobby” of mine which I had committed myself to, to which I owe my intellectual ressurrection, a hobby that I had decided never to abandon ever again.
The grass is always greener on the other side, and we keep hopping to the neighbouring lawn to ensure we don’t starve ourselves of anything.
This year’s edition is bigger than ever with 200+ films being screened 400+ times. While regular competition sections are there, this time around, the highlight theme is Human Rights and Social Justice.
The winter’s gone, the spring’s passed very quick and it’s all summer. And it looks like gonna last real long.
So, they shut this road down and host artistes from length and breadth of the country, big time, small time, on the street.
The seasons in the past few years haven’t been easy. They’ve been confusing, warm in cold season, cold in warm seasons, drought sometimes, sometimes excessive rain. This year, however, has been pretty much normal except for a little too much of rain. Hearts are in the cold storage, because there’s a certain fear. Confused, warm in cold, cold in warm, drought, excess. But eh, they’ll eventually reach equilibrium, it’s in their nature to do so.
It’s been a while since I wrote here, a couple of weeks, thanks to the many things changing around me. It’s another thing that I’m writing this piece at 6:30 AM on a Thursday morning, I clearly don’t have plans to go to work today – thanks to the cold.
The menu card had changed, it was a clumsy, colorful large laminated handout. The place hardly had any customers in there. The waiters had changed, the bartenders I knew were no longer working there and even the floor managers I knew weren’t to be seen anywhere. The items on the menu had changed and I could no longer order my regulars.
The fluttering wings woke me up this morning. She had returned, perched on the window grill, wanting to jump across …
I’ve even walked out of the examination hall, not finishing the paper, not bothering about marks lost. If I knew I’d pass, it was enough. I used to happily walk out of the hall to have breakfast or a smoke, may be.