If you are even slightly impulsive or have been so a few times, you would have some day picked up the pen and written this blog. Today it was my impulsive turn. It’s about time the word ‘impulsive’ gets listed in the curse-word category. And if we kept it up as a society, it would…
Why I never ‘reject’ a rejection?
Wow, that hurts! I feel pangs, in installments. Sometimes it just strikes all at once. Other times, it would jerk me out of my bed. The ego lies scattered in pieces on the floor. And reduced to a supposed self-respect that too is in shatters now. The heart shudders at the words. The first letters…
Hosanna!
I A song from a distant radio Unveils a time gone by Or words woven tastefully Unlock an old key of memories A brooding violin sings Unbuttons the bosom of sorrow A slight touch on the fret Undresses a wound forgotten II I hear a prelude every morn When the breeze plays A bird then…
Feel what I feel?
Emotion is like a double-edged sword, you bleed as much as you rejoice. And often you get drenched in a downpour of your own choice. Feeling is like a bird that sings songs of love and war It sits on the pavement of your heart and echoes deep and far. Sensation is like…
The spell of their music-craft
It really was the expelliarmus that left me disarmed. Their sleight of hands was one of an aged magician who doesn’t leave a single spell unspoken. Their bow was the wand that could turn moving objects into stupefied beings while their violin created a matrix of its own kind. The three women from three different…
Being Good Samaritans!
It was one of those lovely Christmas nights. December 22nd, About 8.50 pm on the clock. We were ecstatic by a little adventure. Our Carol Group had successfully made the customers at The Chai Bar sing carols. After dropping off our team members, my brother Abhishek and I were reveling in some wonderful memories that…
To Kill a Mocking Bird: Review
When you grew up trying very hard to NOT behave like a typical girl, you are more likely to love ‘To Kill a Mocking Bird’. The protagonist, an eight year old Jean Louise (Scout) tells a tale that is so random and does not qualify to be out of the ordinary. Yet her innocent observations…
Life of Pi: A book review
Minutes after you read the last word, you found yourself bitterly missing Pi. He lived with you for four full days. And in those days, you worked harder, met all your deadlines and struggled to keep his thoughts aside ONLY so you could return to him undividedly. While driving, you pondered over his journeys, his…
The depth of field!
Being at the center stage matters. It matters to most people, if not all. Everyone loves to be the center of attention, all eyes glued, flashlights, single-handed performance and all. I was like that. And for a major part of me, I am still like that. Yet there’s a less vociferous side of me that…
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…
Mukti Masih 