Twelve hours away from insanity
‘My college routine is making me insane. I need a break,’ said Specky. This one simple sentence led us into the heart of Spiti that we fondly remember now as being twelve hours away from insanity! Yes, we did a fair degree of research before we decided on Kaza as the place which would quite...
As the night grew darker… Review of ‘RIP’
Nerves stretched to breaking point now. Then all four were on board. Now! ‘Zorawar,’ Krishna hissed into the headset. Along with the code word to commence strike, the flash bang in his hand was cast forward. Just like that, the operation attained critical mass. The flash bangs exploded with mind-numbing roars. Breaking out of the...
Writing is just another word for love, lust, and passion
Those three women strode in like empowered Goddesses and took the table right next to where I was sitting in the Indian Coffee House on Baba Kharak Singh Marg in Connaught Place in New Delhi. This was sometime in the early nineties and I had climbed the stairs to sit on the open terrace of...
Vista D90: Thrill Redefined
‘Sir, the D90 is designed to give you a silky smooth drive as it zips through the city roads,’ began the executive who had come to hand me the Vista D90 for a trial drive for three days, ‘allow me to tell you something about its state-of-the-art technology, incredible fuel efficiency, and some features that...
What the camera saw in the Vista D90
I wish i had the Nikon D90 to photograph the Vista D90… there might have been some sort of D90 crony-ism observable there. However, the photographs taken of this comfortable new introduction were clicked with there cameras: 1. Nikon D5100 2. Samsung Galaxy camera 3. Samsung Galaxy Note II So here is my photo-post on this...
Thrill Redefined
When I am driving I tend not to look at the drivers but at the way they are driving… and most often keep concluding about the nature of drivers by looking at and analysing the way they are driving. My driving mutterings always leave my wife in a good mood, for I tend to go...
Plucking a few ideas out of my imagination
‘Phew! What a day it was,’ said Specky as she entered the house, ‘what is this world coming to? Jam. Jams. Jams. Everywhere.’ Obviously I wasn’t paying the sort of attention I should’ve been paying as I asked her, ‘jam? You want to have toast and jam at six in the evening? Not a good...
V in a spot!
Walking down to the [V] Café & Bar is rather humbling experience as you find yourself walking with the backside of an awesome mall in Saket to one side and the sarkari district centre market on the other. You turn into a lane that seems to have a few eating joints and walk on to...
I’m still analysing that wink
I was sitting in Costa Coffee at TGIP in NOIDA waiting for Specky who was getting her hair styled at Blonde & Bliss on the third floor. How was I spending my time? Well, this is a valid question because it isn’t really easy to sit in a Coffee outlet for over an hour without...
We’re talking about art here
Do I make it short? Do I let it suddenly abort? Do I go on and on and on? Do I let my words just mourn? Do I let iambs burst out? Do I make it compact and stout? Do I in syllables fly? Do I have words that fret and cry? Do I write...
The love of strangers. Review of ‘Winter Evenings’
Short stories have a strange way of bonding with strangers. They create a set of images that go deep into the database of your mind and then are able to search out some distant cousin of theirs who is uncannily similar to what they look like. You immediately mutter, ‘Hmmm… I know a bit of...
The case of the hairy murderer
It was a cold and foggy early January afternoon. There were dark clouds in the sky and yet to us the day was far from dreary. There was intrigue in the air and we were out in the city aiming a closer re-look at the murder scene. ‘I wonder why the killer left the surly...
