Waiting
Waiting (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) So many stories read Pages opened Words unfurled Through the day gone by As I walk back home slowly One night in London.
Conversations with a noose by the river Thames
‘What is this noose doing out there?’ I asked as we watched it swing ominously in the wind that blew in from somewhere in the direction of Tower bridge in London. ‘I really am not sure,’ said the young Frenchman who was clearly not aware of any stories that would be connected to this noose....
Look down to discover chewing gum art in London
Travel get more interesting at times when you begin stumbling upon wonderful undiscovered facets of a city or a country. And during my 2017 trip to London (which is still going on… and I do pray I meet and interview this chewing gum artist) I happened to read about chewing gum art on the Millennium...
Create or die
Being pro creation doesn’t mean you need to procreate or you will die. Nor does it work out if we just pick words out of create and say things like eat or die or rate or die. But then I guess we have all sorts in this world. After all, our eateries are thriving and...
Syllables waiting for a voice
Syllables waiting for a voice (Two poems and one photograph that I clicked one night in London. The other poem that goes with the picture can be read here.) Silence doesn’t exist anywhere Not even in a voiceless stare. The mind invents sounds to see Even a future that may never really be – Sometimes I...
The consonants and vowels in life
Specky, my wife, entered with a frown and said, ‘Phew! Now I have to make a presentation on PowerPoint and it must be in Hindi.’ I looked at Pushkin and he smiled. Only a few minutes back we had been browsing the net and had stumbled upon ‘Shusha’ a font that could be used to...
The adventurous woman in my life
I clicked this and the other pics inside the London Olympics Park in Stratford. This happened on one of our walks there when Specky, my wife, pointed to the site where a Burma bridge and other rope obstacles beckoned. She said, ‘I’ve never done all this.’ I said, ‘Go ahead and reach for the top....
The battle between black cabs and mobile apps
London. 11 June 2014. The black cab strike London is a great city if you choose to walk. Well, there are buses, trams, trains, and cabs too but if you’re in central London, you really don’t want to pay for a transport miss out on stopping every few seconds to unsling your DSLR and go...
Poet for hire
London. Queen’s Walk. 10 June 2014 London surprises you every time. I mean, just look at what happens on crossings in New Delhi. You find the same kind of ragamuffins selling pirated books, or similar looking amateur kid gangs doing the same act of threading their unexpectedly slim body through an astonishingly small ring...
Back to the Thames River walk
London. 09 June 2014. We’re a mere 10 minute walk from our sighting of the Tower Bridge in London. Our first day in London began as a day that was classified as a pleasant day here and towards afternoon, Monika said, ‘Let’s go out.’ And thus began our Thames River walk again after a gap...
QR 565 and QR 005
New Delhi to London via Doha. Qatar Airways. 08 June 2014 Uber. The day has been outstanding so far or as the German would have said: ‘Above the ordinary!’ It began with a ride in Uber Cabs to IGIA, then some great service in Qatar Airways, and then a few hours spent at a...
Me in Melbourne… and Melbourne in me
“A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.” (John Lennon) I know I dream. But do cities too dream? I believe they do and they constantly dream of people. Cities thrive and flourish when there are people there within it and loving it. No, this isn’t a...
