A revolution in your pocket
There have always been a few who have favoured the written word over a photograph and there have existed masses who have discovered a thousand words in every picture. The eye stumbles upon Nietzsche in a photograph… the mind hikes with Mark Twain as it scans a picture… and the smile that one click evokes...
The magical marriage app
Well, you may not believe this but navigation through technology for the music of a peppy marriage is possible. All you need is an imaginary app (because no has yet thought of creating one that my rhyming couplets talk about) to make it all happen. And if this really happens, all one can say with...
And then a poem got some words
Poetry, like music, happens all the time Within us and outside us But not everyone pauses long enough To notice thoughts that follow a feather floating in the air Or eyes that blink a coded message Moments come and go like ocean tides, only faster They hardly have the patience to linger I think they...
Men in the kitchen are like consultants for organisations
‘Men don’t cook’ is a fallacy. ‘Men can’t cook’ is a puerile whine. ‘Men must not cook’ is unintelligent. ‘Men can cook’ is similar to what harmony, rhythm and beat are for music. This chorus of not wanting men around in the kitchen because they cannot cook is as funny as the Congress shouting itself...
Of bloggers and blunders
God in his infinite wisdom decided to place bloggers and blunders only a vowel away from each other in the dictionary. You don’t think there is anything in this that needs to be taken seriously… right? You feel this is simply another chronology coincidence that I have stumbled upon and that, like the media, I...
The inaudible language of the heart
This morning as I sat in front of the television watching the telecast of the Republic Day parade on Rajpath, I found it as engrossing as the best film I have ever watched. I was literally glued to my chair and even sat upright in ‘savdhan baith’ (at attention) position as the National Anthem was...
The fine art of finding something you weren’t looking for
This is an everyday occurrence with me. I find things in the book-shelf, almirah, cupboard, and even on my study table that I am not really looking for now but remember that when I had wanted them they were not to be found anywhere. So I have speeded from desperation to nonchalance in a blink...
The nation wants to know
Don’t you worry, I am not going to make this post a political flumadiddle because it isn’t going to mention what Pappu did recently or where Feku is right now (though we know they’re both getting acquainted with the textual details of French wines). So what else is there that the nation actually wants to...
Navigating through defaced history and culture
Our monuments, gardens, streets, walls, and even books in libraries have one thing in common. They are all defaced. I remember it was a pain navigating my way through a garden without touching a tree where a heart or some name wasn’t etched. It is the same story with walls of houses, inside parking lots,...
Music speaks louder than words
It was Friedrich Nietzsche who wrote that ‘without music, life would be a mistake’. Leo Tolstoy called music the ‘shorthand of emotion’. Beethoven thought it was a ‘mediator between the spiritual and the sensual life’ and Missy Elliott was content to declare that it must necessarily ‘be your escape’. To me all these definitions sound...
Only creativity is infinite
‘Life is short, youth is finite, and opportunities endless,’ wrote Justin Rosenstein and I agree with him because I have seen that the human brain loves interacting with the endless flow of chances. A chance to succeed or a chance to reach out to fulfilment forms the main ingredient of every small or big race...
An emotional acre on the road
An emotional acre on the road – Zica review A car isn’t just a car but attempts to be an emotional bond. A relationship. It tries to be a drivable emotional acre on the road. Every time. Each of them. Some succeed and some do not. This is so much like any of our...
