Posts tagged "Delhi"
Sarkar 2014

Sarkar 2014

Does it really matter which party manages to win enough seats to finally get to form a government? Or does it matter if the coalition gets messier? Or does it matter who finally heads the party that forms the government? The buzz round seems to believe that all this matters a lot. The raucous kerb-side...
My darling Delhi

My darling Delhi

My darling Delhi A few rhyming lines on Delhi… #MyDarlingDelhi is smart-n-tech Even with a muffler around its neck! *** #MyDarlingDelhi with its pot-holes And mid-road shamiana poles Still will smile In style Despite its poor on doles! *** The city gives sleepless nights To the corrupt and the blights! *** #MyDarlingDelhi loves early morns...
Size matters!

Size matters!

In both politics and pornography, size matters. We have just seen a pulsating example of this titillating fact when Delhi was saved from going to the polls again. But if you think size in politics is simply getting the right numbers, you’re really entering the house of real fiction. Yes, numbers and the mathematics of...
Smearing a bit of your heart on crumbling walls

Smearing a bit of your heart on crumbling walls

Specky and I were walking from Ajmeri Gate towards Chawri in Old Delhi when the man walking just ahead seemed to lose his balance, crashed on to a rickshaw and crumbled on the street lifeless. The rickshaw stopped. I spent three valuable seconds deciding what to do with the camera in my hands… and then...
PicTale 002 – My workplace is all fun

PicTale 002 – My workplace is all fun

  Yes, a workplace for these construction workers is just fun. The space that I saw from my seventh floor balcony was one that was an office, a dining area, a living room, a place for get one’s thoughts together, a place to sit and gossip, and some may just say it is a worker’s...
Just a death

Just a death

She is dead. The incredible fact is that even before she died, she managed to infuse life into a lot of men and matters. Well in this case, when I say men, I mean women too. Now that she is dead, will we let it pass by as just a death? Just another death? Passing...
Historic Walks or Walks through History lessons?

Historic Walks or Walks through History lessons?

In my last visit to London I came face to face with the best moments of my life when my son gave me a bunch of print-outs of the Jubilee Walkway. These come under the ‘Walk London’ program and encourage the locals as well as the tourists to discover this wonderful historic city by walking...
Can I dodge that snowflake there?

Can I dodge that snowflake there?

The flake, being just a flake, has a will That surely lies elsewhere. Is it the clouds or wind or the hill Or something else elsewhere? I wish I know, sadly said the flake Then I’d have floated far Riding on my cloud powered by the wind Yes, I’d have floated far To little kids...
Be still to create

Be still to create

Why does it happen so, that I Get thoughts that live only if I Remain sitting wherever I Sat before I get up to write? And when I change my seat I find Myself getting some other mind And no amount of wind, rewind Helps me get back what seemed so right! Wherever else I...
Where fear roams free!

Where fear roams free!

[News: Tsunami devastates Japan. TOKYO – A ferocious tsunami spawned by one of the largest earthquakes ever recorded slammed Japan’s eastern coast on Friday, killing hundreds of people as it swept away boats, cars and homes while widespread fires burned out of control. Hours later, the tsunami hit Hawaii and warnings blanketed the Pacific, as...
Stop revolving. Create a revolution!

Stop revolving. Create a revolution!

[News – Radhika murder: Passers-by and DU students watched like spectators] Me and my wife on a walk By the river Ouse in York Saw a man with large sad eyes And a neck that touched the skies – Ambling with a lot of pride Was a dachshund by his side. So similar, so strikingly...
Surfing the net for a muse

Surfing the net for a muse

I look around These ravaged times Discovering struggling bits and bytes Pick them up to make them chime And wonder at their flights! I am a healer Of words that lie disparaged In heaps on highways where no one treads And suture them to build a maze Or simply sculpt the lonesome shreds! I click...