A tired evening. Lousy attitude. Relaxed and bent over for some real hot and good tea. Behind the nets, it was me at my terrible best. Wait, I am coming.
I got my sparks all over the place, and I can see people going gaga over it. What about you?
I have not been to this place. But I quite evidently and desperately agree. The other side is always greener.
She is an Iron Lady. I have never seen her blink an eye or being moist in a situation. She took tuition classes, her husband has a decent job and her son was studying in a boarding school in a different town. A family of 3 with dreams of their own, I knew them asContinue reading “Death Smile”
Theatre. Drama. Roots. Hiatus. A political satire, hosted by Mylapore Fine Arts. An ovation and three cheers for the interesting attempt.
The elation was just around, another one knocking in? Cheers!
Sometimes, it’s silent and empty. As far as you can see, that is.
Time is a dis-component of our lives. It’s a sadist and an optimist. It’s charismatic and mundane. Its electric and submissive. But whatever it is, it isn’t ours to claim for. We think we are spending money, we are actually spending time. Apparently, time is spending us. We crave for money and authority, power andContinue reading “Time – The Nemesis”
Waves and Sand. Fish and Rock. People and I. Slippery corners. My lifelines. Survive and Excel. Love. Period.
Our goals, ambitions, desires, aspirations, dreams – all are equally fragile and reluctant. That’s the steel behind the making of our mettle. Uncertainty, for real, is a gruesome and agonizing yet perpetual way of establishing the impossible in our lives. We will never accomplish if all is in paper and written for our destinies toContinue reading “Pursuit of the Disputed”
Some cities just don’t give you a living, they breathe and emote, just like you do. Some cities make you what we are today. Calcutta is my soul and it’s DNA is the foundation of my life. What I possess in Calcutta is beyond words, sometimes beyond comprehension. Feelings juxtaposed, memories unlimited and segmented nostalgia.Continue reading “Calcutta, My Alma Mater”