The Idea-smithy

When I was a kid, I remember a huge tin drum standing right next to our kitchen sink. It was taller than I was and was used to store water. Water, precious water, worth everything in summer.
Do I exaggerate? I was around 5 or 6 then. Old enough to feel the shortage, too young to [...]

An old post…one that I didn’t deem ‘good enough’ for publishing. But now I think the rawest, deepest expressions are probably the best. And anonymous or not, this blog has been about my personal expression. So here it it…the year that was. I’m glad to get it off my mind. Thank you, all of you, [...]

It’s hard to supress that innate sense of superiority in pulling out a book and placing it in the ‘right’ stack along with others in the genre. So pop fiction to the sides, classics in the middle, bestsellers on top. Then realisation strikes that the dynamics of cataloguing work differently in a street-stall.

I’m not happy. I’m just not totally completely, wildly happy.
And there’s this bad habit of picking on scabs, self-inflicted or otherwise. Oh, who am I kidding? It’s always self-inflicted.
I finally have an answer to…
Jinn zakhmon ko waqt bhar chala hai
Tum kyon unhe chede jaa rahe ho?
and it is…because it feels good to feel something, [...]

Over at DesiPundit, Pat has put out a call for guest contributors. As someone who joined the team by answering their earlier call in December, let me tell you it’s great fun. It wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be since every blog I visited had at least 10 links of which at [...]

I would have left you eventually
Perhaps it was a good thing that you left before, instead
Thus ensuring that I’d remember you
With loathing, if nothing else
And that means you needed
To be someone or something to me
A memory at the very least, even if a horrible one
That I’d erase in a breath, if I could
Unforgettable experiences are [...]