The Idea-smithy

Today I feel like I’m inside a well
that no one’s looked down in ten years.
And around and just outside the well,
it’s Market Day
The voices and the sounds, they reach me,
blurring into each other and not discernible.
It’s not noise, it isn’t sense either
but it is painful nostalgia, of what life used to sound like,
Of [...]

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 [...]

Last evening I was overcome by an urge to eat chana masala, the buttery over-spicy type, all covered with raw mango chunks and unidentified (but delicious) stuff on top. The Juhu beach variety. And while at it, bring on a naariyalpaani as well. Why not I asked myself (and oh forgive me for even having [...]

Yes, I did think of the world that makes home – friends, blog, work, people – a lot. I promised myself I wouldn’t blog or worry or stress or do any of the things I normally do, while on vacation. But two measly days in, I found myself reaching for my pen and notebook. I [...]

What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand or stare?
- W.H.Davies

There’s no point in having a window with a view if you never look out of it.
- IdeaSmith

Yesterday was such a beautiful day – not rainy, not sunny…just perfect! It didn’t even matter that it was a working [...]

1:25 a.m. is more Saturday night than Sunday morning, no matter what the calendar says.
After a day of light drizzle or no rain, the clouds let themselves go again. For a few seconds all I can hear is the rain. Not the sound the ground makes as the water hits it, nor the metal and [...]

Alone in a cafe, with a glass of white wine,
sitting next to a window overlooking a rain-soaked lake,
with Jean-Paul Sartre lying on my lap
Is that too much of a cliche? A cliche of what?
Sophistication
Boredom
No…Solitude. Detachment. Indifference.
Inside a cliche is the only place that a passionate person is disspassionate.