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Drawing the face of a joke on the body of a truth

Drawing the face of a joke on the body of a truth

When something funny and something undeniable come together, they inspire smiles that last for a long, long time… almost like the title of this post that is inspired by a Joseph Conrad quote. I am the body of a truth. I am also the face of hilarity. The two come together in a caricature. Ah!...
Music speaks louder than words

Music speaks louder than words

It was Friedrich Nietzsche who wrote that ‘without music, life would be a mistake’. Leo Tolstoy called music the ‘shorthand of emotion’. Beethoven thought it was a ‘mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life’ and Missy Elliott was content to declare that it must necessarily ‘be your escape’. To me all these definitions sound...
The Making of Durga Idols During Devi Paksha

The Making of Durga Idols During Devi Paksha

Durga Puja is no longer something that excites only one community nor is the celebration limited to a few regions… the fervour is the same all over the country. Delhi now probably has more than a thousand puja pandals. But this post isn’t about the pandals… it is about the making of Durga idols and...
Ours isn’t a colourless world

Ours isn’t a colourless world

I have no idea about what it is like on the other planets in the far away galaxies but ours has lots of colour in it. Even the colour blind here can sense colours in a way that is quite different from the way others do it… so though jaded or faded, colours are definitely...
The Eye of the Other People

The Eye of the Other People

Nobody really likes it yet they do this all the time. We dress to get a smile from others. We write for applause from others. We speak in ways that we don’t make more enemies than really necessary. We buy things to make us all a part of the social matrix that exists. We even...
Watching music isn’t a part of my beat theory

Watching music isn’t a part of my beat theory

I don’t need binoculars to listen to the sort of music that makes the heart go dib-dabba-dab-dab or wishy-washy-mishy-mashy or something just as romantic and real as this. What I mean is that I would not want to be too far away from the singer or the musician and obviously music that resonates with our...
The toy truck

The toy truck

A toy truck by a real Highway Made me stop and click with joy Made of wood with bright hues The seller created Highway news! Trucks, Cars, & even planes Wait for buyers in sun and rains The sellers are poor but always smile And when you buy, they wave in style! . Travel Notes:...
If you're hiring someone, let them do their job

If you’re hiring someone, let them do their job

Aishwarya Sakuja, who has already created quite a stir on the television screen, said this to me as we discussed the role of change in our homes. Her final message to my readers was: ‘Believe in change and if you’re hiring someone, let them do their job.’ Words that are suffused with pragmatism and have...
The purpose

The purpose

Some of us are convinced that there is a purpose assigned to everything. A stone is there where it is for a purpose. That stone adopts different sizes over the years with some specific purpose in the mind of the creator. Inventions emerge only when they are supposed to… and this means there is a...
Spontaneity

Spontaneity

We’re all always spontaneous. But we aren’t always brilliantly spontaneous. Most of the time, therefore, powerful spontaneity comes in the form of a perfumed after-thought or brilliance that exists in our minds only. The world thus misses out on millions of such quotable spontaneous responses each minute… and spontaneity remains, at best, mediocre. In the...
Nikonology and the God of Indian Photography

Nikonology and the God of Indian Photography

A few days back, I had the opportunity to get really close to the God of Indian photography, RAGHU RAI… talk to him, listen to his ideas on this art form and also attend a Nikonology session conducted by the Nikon Technical Team. It was an experience that was unbeatable. This blogger meet was called...
The bike ride to Dehradun

The bike ride to Dehradun

Sweet nothings, mushy gushing, emotions flowing in rivulets, and holding hands as you whisper the same words and the same sentences a hundredth time… if this is what makes a platinum day of love… then I must admit I might never have had a platinum day of love! But then, the years spent together are...