On tracks !
A number (that could sound improbable) of Mumbaikars travel on these tracks every day. Life revolves around these tracks as they go up and down carrying energy, conversation, laptops, books and such...
View ArticleBroom time !
This is the broom. Well, for those that think that it is an antiquated instrument that is used only to sweep off the remnant of cow dung or the recalcitrant dead leaf or empty dust, well, you are...
View ArticleBringing up children..
We were at the Grand Canyon. It was almost end of day. Tired and exhausted. The muscles cried for some rest after hours of battling the sun, the heat and the height. Perhaps for the first time, the...
View ArticleKerala calling !
Just back from a trip to Kerala. For reasons that fall somewhere in the vicinity of ‘personal work’. For those of you that think of that as a well qualified oxymoron, well, it is very much in use....
View ArticleSpeechless in speed
There he was. Unmindful of the sweltering Sun and the svelte women walking by. Staring into the sky and doing nothing but that. But doing that significantly well. A picture of poise and presence....
View ArticleWheels within wheels
Of the several inflection points in the evolution of man, the invention of the wheel has occupied a place of prominence that is unrivaled Wheels have powered mankind’s evolution. Wheels within...
View Article20-20
These days I open Facebook with a mild trepidation thinking of all the stuff that show up on my social media timelines. Ranging from the inane to the insane. From the incredulous to the ridiculous....
View ArticleCrowing about the breeze
The expansive inviting air that the sea and sand bring is frequently marred by interruptions of commerce of the ‘wants and desires’ fame. Commerce that comes in the form of the ice cream seller who...
View ArticleRain
When it rains, it pours. I sit and watch the rain rail against the window sill. Many years ago, when Facebook was nascent (and seems like the world was a better place) – a different profile picture...
View ArticleThe Pink Pony
Days turn into nights. And nights lead to day. The repetitive patterns that lead to the next day, the next week, the next month and the next year form a beautiful facade that keeps in obscurity the...
View Article‘3 Worst Things’ and a few questions
When this image first landed on my phone via a Whatsapp group, as a sarcastic take on the state on the lives of a few people, it evoked a chuckle as some smart images do. After all, aren’t these...
View ArticleBeware the busy life!
We were in the middle of a discussion about possibilities for the future. The future painted itself as an alluring picture. One member of the team that was discussing the problem, was clearly worried....
View ArticleWhat Would It Take?
The champion on stage glides through choreographed music and synchronous applause. Some programmed tears that pop up for the camera do not take away the effort, dedication, talent and sacrifice of the...
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