Deriving inspiration from the famous quote ‘A rolling stone gathers no moss’, my companion Arjun and I embarked on a journey further south to the ancient city of Rome, the capital of Italy and a land of great historical significance. My hyper planning had given birth to a small red notebook whose pages were filled […]
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Month: August 2011
The Wonder Years
With tender fondness, I reminisce about the good old DD (yes, our own Doordarshan) days that formed an intrinsic part of my childhood. As I stroll down the memory lane, an era flashes by, of the 80s, untouched by the concept of channel flicking or the sway of TRPs. This was the time when television […]
The Girl I Can’t Forget
The first time that I set my eyes on her, she managed to steal my undivided attention. As she flitted from person to another, I sat there a bit mesmerised, a bit intrigued. Not quite like a dead leaf of the fall, yet she almost went past with gay abandon, virtually rudderless. And then landed […]
The Book Of Jobs…
Trust is a frightening thing to dive into. It is far easier to stay in fear. In a state of indecision, it is far easier to believe someone else’s version of our life than to believe in the small voice that tells us from within, “Its okay. Just jump into the abyss.” I don’t understand […]
I See Myself…
I see myself as a man standing Between two buckets. A tube runs from each bucket into a vein: Input, output Both buckets contain a grayish, gleaming, translucent Substance One bucket is labeled Past and the other is labeled Future I see myself as a crow on your balcony pecking At rice stained with turmeric […]
Spinning Yarns
Chacha ji is my balcony buddy in Vashisht, in the North Western Himalayas during the summer season. A balcony buddy is someone to sit and watch the human traffic pass beneath and around us with, someone to make the odd comment to or interjection about anything and everything with. Someone to pass time with. From […]
Molu And Tushka:Part 7
Uma Iyer has dreamt of Molu, a mischievous six-year-old for almost a decade now. She shares with the young readers of Unboxed Writers, ‘Meet Molu,’ a yet to be published first book of hopefully what would turn out to be a Molu and Tushka series. Agni, or ‘Molu’ as she is commonly referred to, is a six-year-old girl […]
Between Hunger And Excess
I have always suspected that we Indians are schizophrenic. On one hand, we send our children to the best schools and colleges, hoping that they would get a seat in the best professional colleges across the world, earn money in dollars, travel to Hawaii and the Far East for holidays. On the other, we would […]
Anatomy Of A Revolution
When a chord in struck simultaneously in many hearts and a vast number of people are stirred by a common cause, a mass movement is born. A mass movement is triggered because a cause moves the sentiments and/or justifies the rationale of many. It is a breakthrough of the seemingly weak against the so-called powerful. […]
Resurgent Hope..
What we felt today was a surge of pride. In Indian democracy. In the idea of people power. It was time for the two to meet. Because for a long time, they have existed in isolation. Today instead of uncultured politicians throwing chairs and abuses at each other, we saw in Lok Sabha, a certain […]
Enough…
It is really upsetting to hear Kiran Bedi’s language and public statements like, “When the resolution is passed, the parliament will become a Pavitra Mandir.” The parliament is NOT a mandir, Madam, it is an institution. A democratic institution which has rules that must be obeyed. To say “jab tak resolution pass nahi hota , […]
The Birds Will Be Back
Have you seen the size of a crow lately? I have been observing crows for quite some time now and I have come to believe that they have been growing in size in the last few years. Every morning I find a crow flying straight to my kitchen window as I begin to cook. Yesterday […]