The Bangalore Story

I came to Bangalore over 10 years back. I was falling in love. Not with a person or even a place. I was really, completely, truly committing myself to life. I was 19. I had just weathered a tempestuous adolescence culminating in my dropping out of college. Then I licked my wounds, cleared my arrears [...]

Goodbyes & Other Wounds

Wednesday, 23 December 2009, 12:18 | Category : Voicebox
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Not a good time. Not a good mood. December always gets me down. Even though the fabulousness of my life must make me seem like a crank for complaining. It’s too many people, too many expectations, too much to consider and keep track of.
They say a man (person) is known by the company he keeps. [...]

I Must Be Dreaming

Saturday, 29 August 2009, 13:20 | Category : Reflections
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What a strange dream that was.
Do you ever wonder what your dreams mean? Of course you do, everyone does. There’s a whole genre of study devoted to understanding the interpretation of dreams – from the scientific, medical point of view as well as the esoteric, mystical side. One of the most succint opinions I’ve ever [...]

Musical Memory

Friday, 31 July 2009, 2:34 | Category : Music, Reflections
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I’ve had a strange relationship with music.
I remember listening to Winds of change by the Scorpions on my walkman, lying between bundles of sheets and clothes in a corner bedroom. I remember that I was wearing a pair of corduroys that seemed to be the most comfortable and yet appropriate garb for the occasion. My [...]

Roadkill On Memory Lane

Thursday, 26 February 2009, 18:00 | Category : Poetry, Reflections
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Did you ever hear the call of memory
that screeching wail of nostalgia
like tires on tar
and you couldn’t help looking back,
wondering if anybody died
and realising it wasn’t you?
Did you turn back to proceed
and gape at the unfamiliarity of now
the past and its accidents seem so much real
and feel yourself lose footing on the road of reality
while [...]

Tough Stains

Sunday, 16 November 2008, 9:33 | Category : Idea ore, Reflections
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Emotional scars are like those stubborn stains that water can’t erase.
Try acid.

About-Turn!

Friday, 29 April 2005, 9:57 | Category : Humour, Spectator
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Flashback to about 10 years ago.
Scene: The end of an all-important talk about the facts of life to my uninitiated-and-eager-to-learn friend.
Me: Yes, so that’s how it all happens. I thought you should know.
She: Sounds horrible!
Me: It gets better with time.
She: No way! I’ll NEVER get used to that idea!
Me: Yes, you will. Especially when you [...]