The faith of a village that moves mountains!

ON a dark lonely but surprisingly smooth road, we drove away to a tiny little hut atop a hill. It’s funny how we city-ites would invariably find a flaw in a beauty if it would in some way affect our little adventures. I quickly checked myself for thinking if only the moon – that thrills…

The blah, blah, blah!

THEY think the world revolves around them. Or may be not. Yet they do give you that impression. They have an addiction. They think what they have to say is the most vital thing on the planet. A lot has something to do with lack of good listeners around them. Or a dearth of listeners…

Nope!

NO! How difficult is it to REALLY understand this word? Even in text messaging, they haven’t come up with a short cut of the word yet. However, we find it pretty hard to really hear it, and hence really accept it. A lot of it has something to do with the culture that we grew…

Having a best friend who I hate!

IT started to rain heavily mid way. I was sitting behind his bike. No raincoat. He was riding it. With raincoat. He said something like he was sorry that I was getting wet. I said something like it was okay. Just when a few yards away, I spot a house. Water was gushing out of…

Just that brand of heroin!

YOU are high. It’s almost as if you can hear each beat of your heart. And with each thud, you are thrilled. You drift into a world of your own, where you lead, you guide, you call the shots. You play with words, you swim in a sea of your own voice. You smile indulgently…

The Dark Knight Rises: A victim of its own success!

OFCOURSE he didn’t do it for free as he knew he was pretty good at it. Yet he couldn’t save his new villain from getting extremely boring as against the standards of ‘interesting’ set by his last bad man the Joker (no offense Mr Joker, ofcourse you are incomparable. Much respect Late Mr Ledger). Nolan…

The last thread!

It’s the last thread that hurts the most. Mostly because you so want to hold on to it. So you do. But then it gets pulled from the other end very hard. You struggle to keep it still. You tighten your grip. And in that bid, it leaves a bruise on your palm. The one…

Thou art fake!

OCCASSIONALLY an Indian, the common man version that is, makes a come-back in an otherwise ungrateful nation devoid of a conscience bestowed to it by Gandhis, Nehrus and Patels. However, this sweaty, brown-skinned, generally tired and mostly lazy conscience does not wait for the introspection to sink in. Before that a monster snatches the innocence…

The Intellectual

‘Intellectual’. No sooner do I hear this compliment, than I am tempted to ask the benefactor: Oh? You mean boring? Mostly because I believe intellectualism is useless to the core. Two, because I really don’t give a damn if a few intelligent guys think I am intellectual, none of them would marry me for that…

Neighbour’s envy

Ofcourse you do remember the infamous Onida ad. Cliché yet works. The agenda this month is simple. To help you become enviable. No compulsion, however. You are free to boycott this one. I have been jealous of people. Actually a lot of people. Those days it was almost as if I could smell my burnt…