Posts tagged "indiblogger"
Change tomorrow and stay free!

Change tomorrow and stay free!

I wanna be The voice of change! Hmmm… what is change? What changes? What can be changed? I wanna be The voice of change! Governments change Times change People change Change changes! I wanna be The voice of change! I change channels I change course I change my mind. I wanna be The voice of...
Who says kids don’t jam it? Get real!

Who says kids don’t jam it? Get real!

Jam. Jam it! Jamming!! No, these aren’t curse words but they do mean something different to different people at different stages. A fruity preserve that goes on toast Or another word for DO Or be with people to play music Say JAM and that’s what you do!  To relax or just chill out Or forcibly...
The tallest building in Lahore

The tallest building in Lahore

When I was small I loved to hear Unending tales on every night Spell-bound by words I had no fear And thought I was another knight!  Gardens where chocolates grew on trees Friendship with aliens from the stars Sailors who went across the seas These stories made a mark not scars.  And one of them...
A grilling conversation with a fiery intent

A grilling conversation with a fiery intent

‘Hi there… can we talk?’ I looked around and was taken aback to find a fiery grilled chicken piece waving frantically at me. ‘You?’ I asked with incredulity clearly infiltrating my voice, posture, and even expression. This was surely one of those hard-to-believe moments that I had, as yet, only read in novels. A conversation,...
HP-indiblogger and the cult of being original

HP-indiblogger and the cult of being original

Bloggers know what it means to copy. Bloggers know how easy it is to copy. Bloggers know how to copy and then escape. Bloggers can copy and pretend to be original. All the sentences written so far aren’t supposed to be there only to shock or to attract. They are there to emphasise a very...
Photography, philosophy, and a spoonful of Surf excelmatic

Photography, philosophy, and a spoonful of Surf excelmatic

I watched keenly as my wife poured a careful measure of Surf excelmatic in the protruding chamber of the washing machine, close it, put in a select number of clothes, firmly shut the front door and then do some magical fiddling of the auto controls… and that’s it… she beckoned me that we were now...
The flowchart of excitement

The flowchart of excitement

Don’t worry, I am not going to quote any psychologist here in this article telling you that excessive shopping is a result of stress or anger or some sort of a mismanaged life. I also don’t intend to go on and on and on about some remote but existing statistics on a comparison between online...
Even a single hair casts its shadow

Even a single hair casts its shadow

It was one of those low-pressure days at the office. A warm sun asked its rays to gently shuffle in through the closed window panes hoping this might help the people inside deal with the biting December cold of Delhi. I was sitting with the visiting team from a friendly daily who wanted some confirmation...
‘Hair! Hair!’ said the head and held a dove to signal peace!

‘Hair! Hair!’ said the head and held a dove to signal peace!

There is no myth that I have encountered anywhere or any time about doves flying in to rescue balding heads but yes, hair has certainly always been a major obsession with most of humanity. The title of this article is a pun and the dove held high is a symbol of hair care that civilization...
Flying high

Flying high

I am now a Samsung Mobiler. I am a winner. I am euphoric not merely because I have won a Samsung Galaxy Tab 750 or that I will be an official ambassador for the global giant Samsung. This rapture, this feeling of bliss comes to me quite often. Every time an article is completed, a...
Be the luxury warrior at Qvendo

Be the luxury warrior at Qvendo

Walking leisurely by the Thames with Pushkin, my son, on my right and my wife to my left, we were happily watching people ambling, rushing, cycling, and jogging… there were others who were inhaling, exhaling, selling, telling, and no there was definitely no yelling… ‘Everything is so different here,’ began my wife, ‘and the difference...
Yes, it is possible to fall in love with a gadget!

Yes, it is possible to fall in love with a gadget!

He asked her, “How do I know if I’m in love with you or not?” and without pausing to think, she replied, “If you have to ask me then you’re not.” No, these aren’t lines about to take you on a roller-coaster ride of some romance paperback. These are lines that I asked myself as...