Good life

Ever since my return to Delhi 9 days ago, life has been anything but good. Bad news keeps floating in from everywhere. I don’t believe in coincidences, so something sinister has to be at play here. Oi, up there, if you are listening, dude, you have GOT TO STOP.

Meanwhile, I’ll curl up in a corner, listen to One Republic, remember the good times, and pretend it’s a good life.

When you’re happy like a fool 
Let it take you over 
When everything is out 
You gotta take it in 

Oh this has gotta be the good life 
This has gotta be the good life 
This could really be a good life, good life

– Good life by One Republic


Back from Bangalore

… and here’s presenting yet another hurried post.

Much could be said about the trip to Bangalore but we shall wait for a time when I’m not as sleep deprived as now. A little anecdote though – already sleep-deprived, running a fever and somewhat stoned, I reached the railway station to discover that my ticket was not confirmed. If you are familiar with the Indian Railways, an unconfirmed (RAC) ticket basically means you get a seat that you essentially have to share with another person. For a couple of hours, that’s alright, bearable. For 36 hours, not so much. Nevertheless, what had to be done, had to be done. I finally did get a seat 26 hours after boarding the train. Most of those 26 hours were spent standing by the door smoking the frigging air out of my lungs.

After spending that long a time at a blessed door, anybody would feel a certain propensity towards it, I suppose. I know I did. What I saw the evening before we reached Delhi was a rude shock. The door reciprocated my current state of mind as well. And this is how the window to the world, the most important part of that door, looked –

“Death has a thousand doors to let out life: I shall find one”

– Philip Massinger

More from Bangalore later, folksies. Peace out!


Hola people!

I know I only just returned, but I’m off on another hiatus. Since I’m in a hurry I”ll try to make this as short as possible.

1) I got a wonderful surprise two days ago. I’m not permitted to speak about it yet, but let me assure you, it’s keeping me occupied and elated.

2) Went for the biggest ever Blogger’s meet in Delhi. If I start counting the reasons why and how it was supermegafoxyawesomehot, WordPress will run out of space.

3) I won some really exciting prizes and met even more exciting people. More on this later!

4) Now I’m off to Bangalore tomorrow. I’ll try to sneak in a post tomorrow, if that doesn’t work out, I’ll see you all after June 20th.


Meanwhile, say hello to a little someone I met at The Park Hotel in Delhi (the venue for aforementioned Blogger’s meet)



Enjoy summer everyone!


Stairway to Heaven

There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
‘Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

– Led Zeppelin, Stairway to Heaven

And with each step

They left a  bleeding scratch;

Something to remember them by

The Road

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.”

― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass



“Everyone has to scratch on walls somewhere or they go crazy”
― Michael Ondaatje, In the Skin of a Lion

Vestiges of eternal love adorn axioms
of universal truth, edicts from beyond
the realms of human comprehension,
self-professed writers, lovers, and poets,
graffiti-artists haunt this decaying ruin.

The atrophy of their words echoes
in the moss-covered stone:
scars on a self-mutilated body.