Doing what is right
I am 5 feet and 4 inches tall. Specky is 4 feet and 11 inches tall. My son Pushkin is 5 feet and 7 inches tall. My son is much stronger than I am and loves rowing and kayaking. My son is fond of rowing in the Thames. My son plays games like basketball. My...
The Platina Mystery
Intrigue. Mystery. A kidnapping. And yet That day ended being our pet Would I call it my platinum day of love? Yes, certainly, you bet! The day that would take us all over the murky world of mystery and intrigue actually began with a calm and serene walk in the park. Talkatora garden is where...
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...
TRAVE-nama
This is no drama Nor just a fancy panorama And if you’ve heard of Akbarnama Or Dozakhnama You’ll know what I mean When I ask you to read my TRAVE-nama! My Trave-nama isn’t just an account of my travels into lands that stay forever in your memory. There have been many such travels and I...
The future starts today, not tomorrow
So what if it was some Pope who informed the world about the future starting today and not tomorrow… just look around you and see the way technology is gobbling up layer after layer of demographics and psychographics and literally hop-step-and jumping to the lowest rungs of every sort of strata. Yes sir, the future...
The mathematics of travel
Travel is all about happiness… and happiness is all about togetherness. To be travelling alone doesn’t deprive you of the experiences and impressions of the place where you are, but you always feel there was something missing in all these smiles that you gave while being clicked, or something incomplete in the way you described...
Zoom out to your life, riding smells!
zoom out to your life And never be lost in space & time No, the line above isn’t the start of another poem, but the heading of a unique presentation technique that I have adopted for this post. The post is, of course, all about Arvind Passey, that is me, on smells and how they...
Pigeons on my car
My car in the Block parking lot is the only one that is the pigeon’s favourite. No, it isn’t an SUV or a Sedan… it is a fourteen year old hatchback with the R from Wagon R having dropped off a few months back. There are scratches on every side, but then that is a...
Will a Blogger ever get a National Award?
Writers and novelists have awards to keep them happy. Journalists get awarded. Politicians win awards. Fashionistas have awards to trail them. Films have awards to link to. Sportsmen rake in awards. Even school children get a ‘Student of the year’ award to form memories. Yes, they all deserve it all. In fact there should be...
The construction worker’s daughter
The worker’s daughter that I noticed was while I was on my seventh floor balcony watching the construction workers on a Sunday. Some were working while others were enjoying the winter sun, the boys were playing… but this family had a target to complete. I observed this family of four… father, mother, son and daughter....
Yeahabsolutely!
‘How was the trip from Kaza to Tabo and then to Dhankar?’ asked our guide. ‘Unforgettable!’ said Specky and then looked towards me for my opinion. I said, ‘Yeahabsolutely!’ Since that day we call every fantastic trip or unforgettable moment a ‘yeahabsolute’ moment! The trip actually began at Manali and took us to the dizzying...
York to Scarborough in 1996
The mind goes back in time and sometimes ferrets out tiny bits from the past that bother you, until you tell yourself, ‘I’d like to go back in time and do all that differently… correctly.’ Those are little time frames that heckle you and make you feel so imperfect. ‘But then imperfection is what pushes...
