Happy Birthday, Dear Grandpa!

Now how often do you get to wish your grandfather on his ninetieth birthday?  Today my maternal grandfather turned ninety. Happy birthday, grandpa! The answer to the above question is at most twice in a lifetime, once each for both your grandfather...

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Of Nostalgia, and of Freedom from the Past

Two days of nostalgia. Triggered by two events - one absolutely unrelated and another that has carved for itself a permanent place in my life.  And my mind is a monkey, a baby monkey that cannot sit still but jumps from one thought to another, holding each strand of musing for less than a fraction of second, but interweaving them into a complex, beautiful story nonetheless. Yesterday, DN said to me, like he does every other day, that he had misal pav for lunch. I decided to Google it up and came across a recipe for it on this blog...

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It's Magic

It’s magic that keeps me sane in the real world.  What gives me hope is the sheer possibility of carving out a small porthole in mid-air and looking through it to find a world of pixies and gnomes playing in a meadow on the other side, fairies sprinkling stardust on each other, birds tearing through the sky imprinting love messages your lover has sent to you, streams and brooks playfully meandering through the grassland, snow-capped mountains and hills in the distance.  There is something so tender about this kind of beauty, something...

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A New Year's Wish

      As far as I can remember, I have always had new year resolutions. Promises I'd make to myself only to forget all about them a few days into the new year.        But I have never had a new year wish, not really. It never struck me I could look up at a star and wish for something precious this year.        There are three things I badly want for this year. One is to do with my writings. The second is to do with the big move. The third is to do with the health of a family member. Not necessarily...

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It Is No Longer Not My Problem

        So the rapists ought to be castrated and butchered, ours is a nation of political eunuchs, and RIP The-Lass-Who-Died-Unnamed. And soon Monday morning dawns, we make our way to work, 2013 washes over us in the blink of an eye, and life moves on ruthlessly, so do people.        But let us not fault them for it because what gives us hope this time is that our people spoke up against government inefficacies and societal hypocrisies, and that has made a difference. I have gone from saying “Fuck India”...

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