New Project

I have been told often, in the years since college, that I am the man who almost always sees glass half empty. Its an interesting parallel because when the fact is that there is a litre coke in 2 litre bottle, it comes down to the way you look at things. The allegation is not entirely baseless. I am that kind of person. But there is also this set of friends who believe I can conjure a tanker of coke even when there is none The overly-optimistic type. The way I see it, I might be a moody mix of both :)

So I thought, why do not take a break from the usual irreverent self and talk about some interesting people that I have come across in recent times.

Yeah. Its on.


Marriage 107: Series reboot!

” Secret to happiness is not about finding one perfect person and live out your days with her. Rather it is about finding love in the ones who happen to be around you, and celebrating their company, however shortlived that might be”

Well… I think exactly the opposite. But there is this character who I have themed as sort of anti-me. Does it even make sense?

Delhi Weekend Escapades: This fine morning

Its been sometime since I took time out for myself, especially since the election season is all but here! I am not sure if people abroad are as reckless as us Indians. We chant, and fight over rights and issues all year long. But when it comes to voting: we rather watch movies ( thats what I did in 2004 ) or worse, sit back and say- ‘ the politicians are all hopeless ‘. Why else would the average election turnout be stuck at 59.7% ?

But that apart, I had to get out of the rut that I have been in lately. Call it consistency, if you please, but for those who can not do without change every once in a while, it was too much to take. So… an ordinary Sunday morning became an anything-can-happen-Sunday-morning, inspired from my favourite TV series.


My favourite street dog, Oppeheimer and his home :D

I get up at 4 in the morning, consistently. So, this… is rather too many people for me



No car, no issues!

No, that is not the car of those living in that house :D

Hows that for the name of a bank?

Why is it that people are so happy, and relieved, coming out of ATMs? You can only draw from your own account right? ;)

French connections?

Oh come on! At least, get the spelling right even if you sell overpriced/unnecessary electronic gadgets to consumerists :)

For the dumb, and listless

Lord no! But if you have been to Indian weddings, you know what this is. In my ever-so-humble opinion, a girl beats her absolute worst on wedding day :) Nothing more beautiful than a girl being unapologetically herself, minus makeup.


The forbidden Banana-shake

I succumbed to my baser instincts, I admit. Totally worth it :)


And this is how I spend my days and nights, one single morning at a time.



He writes because…

“I write to make peace with the things I cannot control. I write to create red in a world that often appears black and white. I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts. I write to begin a dialogue. I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things differently perhaps the world will change. I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends. I write as a daily act of improvisation. I write because it creates my composure. I write against power and for democracy. I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams. I write in a solitude born out of community. I write to the questions that shatter my sleep. I write to the answers that keep me complacent. I write to remember. I write to forget….

I write because I believe in words. I write because I do not believe in words. I write because it is a dance with paradox. I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in sand. I write because it belongs to the force of the moon: high tide, low tide. I write because it is the way I take long walks. I write as a bow to wilderness. I write because I believe it can create a path in darkness….

I write as ritual. I write because I am not employable. I write out of my inconsistencies. I write because then I do not have to speak. I write with the colors of memory. I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write as a witness to what I imagine….

I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient we are. I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love. “-Terry Tempest Williams

Every single thing, and much more.

Why do you write?

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Coming home!

We have the Hindu Indian festival of Holi coming around in the next few days. Festivals are difficult for those like me :D . This whole idea of having few “good” days in the whole calendar baffles me. What about the other days? More often than not, I felt bad the morning after Diwali ( the festival of lights, another Hindu festival ). Other than that, I have an ideological problem with celebrations based on mythology and religion. But of course, that is not the only way to look at things. 

So how, if at all, am I to celebrate these ‘festivals’? In my own special ways of course.

By picking up my favourite book for a re-read ;)

How else? So, now that I’m done with My God Died Young- and blown to bits by the similarity author has with me in terms of experiences and thought process- I thought why not return to ground zero :) Atlas Shrugged is a book which depresses most, if not all, of my friends. But for me, it is as familiar- and fascinating, at the same time- as a street in my hometown.

Till am done with it, savour this:

A man’s sexual choice is the result and the sum of his fundamental convictions…. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience a sense of self-esteem. The man who is proudly certain of his own value, will want the highest type of woman he can find, the woman he admires, the strongest, the hardest to conquer–because only the possession of a heroine will give him the sense of an achievement.” - Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand

I am never going to get married, right? :D I know.

Small talks

If you have read me here long enough, you already know this ;)

I suck at making small conversations.

You call me, or post a comment here, and what you get is an open ended thread. And, I have my unpaid mobile bills to prove the point :( Very unprofessional, if you ask my well wishers, because in the process I open my self up while others usually don’t. My contention is: what have I got to hide anyway?

Come to think of it, it is a manifestation of basic philosophy that we hold in life. So, allow me to rephrase my question:

Do you think anybody else can disrupt your plans?

My answer is no, most of the days. And that too when I am staking life on an examination with an acceptance rate of 1 in 10000 ;) The other, accompanying, tenet is that there should be no joint projects. No partners, ever. No group studies. It is very selfish actually- I take all the credit and blame alike. A close friend ( who if I might add, has the sexiest voice ) told me, that I need to blame other people for my problems and maybe life will be a bit easier for me. Yes but, it wouldn’t help change the ground reality. Just because I close my eyes doesn’t mean its night already!

So,yes. In my parallel universe, it is me who decides things for myself. And since I am not ashamed of whatever I am, there always is so much to tell people about. In fact, I remember people inviting me over to parties even when I knew nobody there… a reality which changed by the end of evening.

Life is good, isn’t it?