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He looked forward impatiently, as one might look to the moment of a journey that one does not particularly wish to take. And like any traveler, he felt that there were many things he had to do before he left, yet he could not think what they were. ~ John Williams, Stoner I am at home right now, courtesy Holi holidays (Holiday to be precise, clubbed with weekend). We are continuously chasing…

आज काफी समय बाद मैंने अपने ब्लॉग में लॉगिन किया. प्रथम पृष्ठ पर ही मुझे कई अपूर्ण प्रारूप मिले. शब्द पीपल के पत्तो की तरह बिखरे पड़े थे. एक हवा का झोंका आता और इन सबको अपने साथ उड़ा ले जाता. इन सभी को लिखते समय मैंने इन्हे पूरा करने का संकल्प किया था. परन्तु समय के अभाव और ज़िन्दगी के जटिल स्वभाव में ये संकल्प भी उन पीपल की पत्तो की तरह कहीं उड़ सा गया था. इन्हे पूरा करने की मैं अब चेष्टा भी नहीं…

The World is Stone

The bus ride from Monachil to Granada was marked by the panoramic view of the hills of Sierra Nevada. The colorful corners cut across the street which twisted and moved like a serpent. The homes, like little crayon boxes, were stacked one above the other, on the hilly terrain. It was like the white city of Nerja, just a little more colorful, and slightly less spicy. The bus ride from Monachil to…

I almost forgot about you. As I thought. But I will not give up on you yet. Let’s see if we can get along. Nothing but the blue sky from now on. But what about the storm? The overcast skies. Clouds storming in. An angry gargoyle staring at us. Let’s see if we can find calm in the storm, once again. I don’t understand quotes. They seem nothing more than just a few wise words. Just as I don’t…

Have you ever felt numb? I mean, the peaceful kind of numb? When you are glad that there is no thought running across your nerves. You feel and understand the things as they look. Take them for that face value and nothing else. Look around you and there is no particular direction you would rather go to, or not go to. Everything feels the same. I stood right next to a broken bench. The blanket of…

Babool tree and the four birds

The birds had started making their way back home. I had sneaked into the fields. It was cooler there. I could see sunlight quickly receding towards the horizon. It was my favorite time of the day. Fresh from the afternoon sleep, I set for my destination. I had to come back before it was dark. We had our summer vacations. And as a ritual, we were spending it at our Nani’s village. Most of my…

The magical village of Grahan

The place which was like a heartbeat – The magical village of Grahan We woke up in the morning, two days prior to Holi, amidst the beautiful music of Parvati and magnificent pine trees. Kasol looked pristine as ever. Being a long weekend, the place was starting to buzz with tourists. But we intended to leave all the hustle behind and trek to the village of Grahan. This trip was all about this…

Everyday, as I make my way from home to office, I see a guy in a dusty, torn, black uniform, with a cap on his head, blowing a whistle after every 5 seconds. He stands at the exactly same place, a few inches from the divider, staring into the abyss, whistling. I have been seeing him do the same for the past 2 years now. At first, I mistook him for a security personnel. But as the time went by, I…

What is the purpose of social networks? Connecting with friends? Gathering information? Staying aware? Let’s take a trip back in time. When I joined Facebook, I was still very active on Orkut and Facebook was like that new child in the class you went to say “Hello” to but not stick around for long. Time passed by and it became the social network of choice. In the early days of the Facebook, all…

Magical Me. I started this blog almost 10 years back. What started as an experiment to get some Adsense revenue, quickly became my hobby. Blogging was cool back then, as it was not a mainstream thing. May be the most important factor that kept me going at that point of time. Time passed by, as it always does. I had started enjoying writing by then. The interesting conversations with the friends…

We lived in a usual 90s middle class colony. Colorful blocks arranged in a neat pattern around a park. It was like one of those monopoly boards. I was just learning to ride a bicycle then. My father used to help me mount and dismount the bicycle. The rest was taken care by me. I used to take rounds of the park. The difficult part was the turn. Four of them in a lap. I used to go complete mental…

This July, we found a beautiful place to get lost – Ladakh. Coordinating with friends for a few months. A Whatsapp group. 13 members. Few sneaked away. Few stayed. And on a overcast Saturday afternoon, we all met at My Bar at Rajiv Chowk to kick start our journey. A journey we have been looking forward to for some time now. There were six of us, to be precise, in a place which was flooding with…

It’s still raining here. Monsoons have been with us for almost two months now. They will be leaving soon. But until then, the city will continue to be at it’s most beautiful.  September is here. That part of the year when you take a pause and think – “Wow!! The year has almost ended. But it started only some time ago”. That’s the beauty of time. It runs as fast as a Gazelle when it wants to.…

The Bat, the Truck and the Moon

It’s approaching dawn. The night is silent as usual. Silent means normal. A parameter that ensures that everything has gone as per the plan.  The deep night has engulfed everyone in its clutches of sleep. But it’s not only me who is awake at this hour.  I stand at my flat’s terrace, trying to locate the Moon. But I cannot see it. There are too many clouds. I can say for certain where exactly it’s…

I was blinded by a light. Too blinded to see the darkness that it was building in the hindsight. My sub-conscious begged me to take cognizance of the same. But I was too blinded by the light. With time I started noticing the shadows the light had created all around me. It was not until it started feeding off me. It was not until I realized the light was artificial. Fueled by the perception of…

“Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.” ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief I will be waking up tomorrow not looking forward for a GoT episode. There will be rains though. Nothing else to look forward to. The morning will come and #mondaymotivation and #mondayblues will start trending next to each other. My excitement quota on Monday morning has been rather limited of late. There has…

A crazy night with friends. And a hungover morning. A beautiful overcast day. And a rainy night full of memories. A timeline full of feeds. And a boring evening. A mind full of ideas. And an unfinished book. A look in the mirror. And a face stamped into the subconscious. A clear logical thought. And a blind devotion. A life full of surprises. And a few planned detours. A mug full of my favorite…