The joys of looking up
What no one realizes is that every point has the potential to be a low point and every spot can be a summit. There are plenty of summits lying under the ocean and we call them tipping points of depressions because the ocean floor is far deeper. A wave, for instance wouldn’t remain a wave...
Travel sparks inspiration – Travelers inspire sparks
A friend once remarked: ‘Travel nurtures and strengthens an individual’s soul.’ ‘What?’ I said, ‘Is that the first line of your stand-up comedy?’ And then went on to tell this friend that when people talk about travel nurturing and nourishing souls do they even know what they are talking about? The soul, and I’m only...
Understanding how to restart your life
What happened that morning is still fresh in my mind. I had got up with a lot of ideas that disguise themselves as dreams. Some of these ideas had also arranged themselves into sentences and I was eager to write all of them on my laptop before other activities decided to bully them into jumping...
What do Indians do with a smartphone?
We are a country where even morning walkers are seriously reading or watching something on their smartphone and so the phone-peering gentleman driving a car appears less funny. Passing by a Metro station a few days back, I noticed that every battery-operated rickshaw driver was calmly sitting on his driving seat and gazing at a...
Indians are now savvy online travellers
There was nothing of the likes of the Google India-BCG Report in the mid-nineties to help me decide the intricacies of my travel plans. Specky was to fly to London as a Commonwealth scholar and a month later my son and I were to join her at York. Besides all the excited syllables floating around,...
The third alternative
It was in the mid-nineties that Specky, my wife, went to the University of York to work for a DPhil in mathematics as a Commonwealth scholar. That was the period for me too to exult. No, I was neither a student aspiring to study abroad, nor planning to immigrate. And yet I still remember all...
A walk beyond the horizon
That kid in a pre-nursery classroom looking out of the open window. That’s me. That kid reading all the stories in his text-book even before the session begins. That’s me. That teenager using a lot of gestures and expressions while telling stories that he has just read. That’s me. That youngster scanning all travel adverts...
Surges, strikes, and skills
Cabs have always been the source for intense discussions. Our decision at home to go for a car was because we were not happy with cab-culture in Delhi. From drivers unwilling to give you a metered ride to those who asked for sums that even the Gods would have refused, this city had trouble written...
Between a house and a home
Between a house and a home Stand dreams and a groaning wallet So from store to store I roam Until the right balance is met. Lines like the ones I’ve just penned may not be true for everyone but the fact yet remains that the final conversion of a house into a home happens only...
There is no poetry in smog
There is no poetry in smog Over and around us Bad air surrounds us We have constructed this demon On our own For our own And think we have won. Nothing is clear Except the fear That our misdeeds may never be undone. . . . . . . Arvind Passey 07 November 2017 PS:...
Evig
Evig, let me say without a preamble, is the word ‘give’ inverted. It is saner than its cousin ‘give’ and far less cocky. Giving is great but is intimidating when announced with intent to benefit because then you are giving only when you are expecting the world to acknowledge that you are the giver which...