GarhKundhar Fort – Baune chor ka kila
Garh Kundhar ka Quila… around 70 kms from Jhansi via Baruasagar and Niwari… has a history that is full of stories that can make one tremble with fear. I will soon be uploading a post on this fort but for now let me just say that this fort is also called ‘Bonae chor ka kila’...
The revolt against the revolution
If Vlogs are a revolution then Blogs are poised to revolt. Words on paper and words that peer at you through the screen of a smartphone, a tablet, or a laptop have revolted and if you think the revolution fingered by videos is going to die, you need a rethink. The written words have no...
The simplest guide to earning money through blogging
Over a period of time I have realized that most people do not like massive paragraphs and long articles. But I simply cannot distance myself from this as writing long posts is my style. So if you want to read more about how your passion for blogging can result in income, read Blogging is an...
Blogging is an irrepressible phenomenon
Blogging questions. Blogging answers. Blogging seeks readers. Blogging accepts affirmations. Blogging learns to live with rejections. Blogging transforms a blogger into an explorer. Blogging kindles hope. Blogging purges the negativity of moments. Blogging attracts attention. Blogging promotes ideas and sells products. Blogging reviews the world and all that is going on in it. Blogging embraces...
Unconventional portrayal of Human-Nature interactions
Nature, like good branding, loves simple ideas. There are no complex routes prescribed, no obfuscating insights to master, no impossible-looking flow-charts dotting the path, and no shiny slogans cover them. For instance, if research shows that one-time-use plastics are harmful for the environment, a simple resolution to not use plastics by the common man is...
Conversations with the loveliest kid on earth
Conversations worth remembering are not always with nutty professors and snooty CEOs of companies or with shifty politicians and creepy administrators. I’ve had conversations with cities and loved it so much that I started having conversations with every unlikely subject. This included pillows, torn bills in the bin, and paragraphs on moth-eaten pages of a...
Fitness is all about seeking the right balance
‘Life is one big gym…’ I began, but before I could go any further, Specky, my wife nodded her head in disagreement. She said, ‘Oh! Come on. Life can also be Talkatora Garden, right? People can go there and walk without having to pay anything. Why must life be a gym? Why must it be...
Conversion is a good word in the blogging world
The most common conversion that I see happening in the online world is people with no love for words or expression turning into bloggers. No, they neither sit under the Bodhi Tree meditating to stumble upon the true nature of blogging, nor do they go for the proverbial arduous treks over virgin hazardous terrain to...
Flog the micro-blogger
Yeah! The easiest thing to do on the social media and even the offline world is to flog the micro-blogger. It is so easy to say, ‘These 140 character creators are good for nothing dolts.’ People who tweet know that there is more truth carried in their precision than even a 1000 word edit in...
Failure is just a bruise, not a tattoo
Team: Maximus Dramaticus Read the previous part of the story here Darkness has strange properties. It appears to swallow everything that comes its way but what no one realises is that it is cunningly selective. ‘Just try walking on a dark road where stones are strewn,’ said Jennifer to no one in particular, ‘and...
Listen to your mind but follow your heart
Team: Maximus Dramaticus Read the previous part of the story here The air on the first floor of the house in Chuna Mandi was pregnant with the sort of tension that you could actually cut with a knife. Jennifer sat in one corner peering into the eyepiece of her camera and pretending she...
Her paintbrush is a razor
Team: Maximus Dramaticus On that dark and cold late December night, Cyrus sat on the tilted pushcart and stared ahead. The street dogs were not howling. There wasn’t even the expected rustle that a gentle breeze inundates a silent night with. His mind was as silent and as numb as the night seemed to...
