Thursday, October 23, 2014. As you light up the lamps today,. In their warm light find. Joy, satisfaction and peace of mind. Happy diwali to all of you. Thursday, September 11, 2014. And good advice too me thinks? The art of crisis management is to raise the stakes to where the adversary will not follow, but in a manner that avoids a tit for tat. Sunday, December 02, 2012. Another year passeth by . Than the eye can see.

Tis all a chequerboard of nights and days . Monday, March 07, 2011. On Seeing An Unexpected Online Presence. Much have I dreamt in the days of old,. And many goodly poems and stories written;. Now by absence of a muse sorely smitten. With unspun dreams and stories untold. And rue the lost emotion that ruled my demesne;. Yet did I continue in vegetation serene. Until by some chance did her glimpse unfold. Then felt I like some astrologer wise.

There was an error in this gadget. Thursday, June 10, 2010. Why i loved Known Turf. A review, a statement. The diversity that lends India her colour is also the cause of her shortcomings. It is this mismatch of reality that Annie Zaidi points out in her book Known Turf. Blame it on her bollywood-spersed chapters or a whole chapter dedicated to chai.

Monday, May 02, 2011. If you only care to notice. What a camera never can. Lingering gazes, slide gently. Or her dancing legs, swishing skirt. Flowing clouds, smell of rain. Senses combined, breathing in. We click only light and dark. We can record only so much. Ears hear sighs and cheering. Noses smell heavy, musk fragrances. Of tireless women, beautiful, insecure. Lips brush cheeks, snatching kisses. Can you stand still with.

Time whizzes by and I, I write of glimpses I steal. Monday, July 20, 2015. Over at the intertubes, one redditer. Treat all lives as though they matter equally.

Though my soul may set in darkness, it shall rise in perfect light,. I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night. Tuesday, July 22, 2008.

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This is a brief post about some good eats, a new blogger on the block and anything else I remember before I sign out. That I had commented on earlier. Hmm, what else - not much - shall go watch Kshudhito Pashan. Only a bunch of chowfiends.

Sometimes in tune, sometimes not. Tuesday, January 13, 2015. Resting in her knuckles,. Turning them stubborn and brittle. Taking over her arms,. Down her legs, up her back,. And finally came to rest. Saturday, August 9, 2014. A word by the sink,. The table, a barely. Small whimpers, small tears,. Wednesday, August 6, 2014.