Circular Dependency


On a hot and sultry Sunday, I step out to go to the market. It seems like it's been a long time since I've seen the local roads. Perhaps it has. In the daily hustle and rush to the workplace, subtle things go unnoticed. Of course the roads are nothing subtle really. One misstep, and… Continue reading Circular Dependency

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Stop


I read a blog post today that, at first, irritated me. I typed out a comment, pointing out that the article had a sectarian and elitist outlook. Then I stopped myself. I stopped because I felt it would be useless. I have come to believe that certain thoughts are ingrained in our sub conscious, and… Continue reading Stop

Welcome view


I wanted to write about the stereotypical portrayal of Rajasthan - a traditionally attired instrumentalist, strumming his Ravanhatta and playing Raag Maand and perhaps the most popular, and misinterpreted Rajasthani folk song "Kesariya Balam". But I'll shut up this one time, and sit with the Rajput royals and look out for the monsoon clouds atop… Continue reading Welcome view

Unacceptable


Sometimes, there are things we may like to do that are completely unacceptable to social norms. And so we avoid it. For many, that is the way of life - to live someone's version of life. Sometimes, that someone is a voice within us, fooling us into believing we're in control. What happens when you… Continue reading Unacceptable

Payasam for the independent Indian


On 15th of August 1947, the British left India. Atleast that's what we like to believe. Consider the following: At a geopolitical level, we stand fragmented, perhaps permanently disabled, fighting against our neighbours, with whom we share a common heritage. At an institutional level, we inherited a corrupt bureaucracy that mostly enjoys fat salaries for… Continue reading Payasam for the independent Indian

Music on the move


Of all my childhood memories, our Saturday routine has perhaps left the biggest imprint. Every Saturday, we went to the Vinayak Temple and the adjoining market at Sarojini Nagar. Appa drove his old Premier Padmini - we used to call it the Fiat - on the near empty roads. The FM radio in the car was… Continue reading Music on the move

Rain Dance


One of the jokes we've been cracking about Gurgaon for many years, is that just pouring a glass of water on the road is enough to cause a traffic snarl. So when the clouds above rained down, it came as no surprise that the city of Gurgaon virtually came to a standstill. With vehicles stuck… Continue reading Rain Dance

If winter is here…

bougainvillea

Delhi's winters used to be chilly*, with icy weather in the peak season of mid December to mid January. But over the past few years, the winter season has become shorter and shorter - no thanks to global warming. This year was a huge disappointment. The New Year was exceptionally warm with many people giving… Continue reading If winter is here…

Homecoming


The shrines at every street turning. The fifty square feet kolams. It looks beautiful. The yelai sappaadu and the million varieties of everything. The nongu and manga inji. It tastes exotic. The aroma of freshly ground coffee. The incense and malligai. It smells heavenly. The taalams of the kutcheri audience. The rustling of the Palm… Continue reading Homecoming

On top of the world


You must see this old bungalow, before I leave. There's also a beautiful park nearby. You'll love it! The rooms of the old bungalow were given out on rent to college students, and we had a chance to see the room occupied by my cousin and a few other girls. On the wall next to… Continue reading On top of the world