Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

delirium

In many ways he was a strange man, somewhat weak, sometimes even venal, but in all, while to all appearances he was a face similar to the millions of faces that flowed in the stream together with him, inside he was not at all similar, and so, even though floated with a million faces, he [...]

us

A white bird-feather floats into the room, dancing in little whorls in the wind eddies created by the fan, like little children playing ring-a-ring in pretty little circles; I can see every single hair follicle on the feather move, dance to the tune of the wind, rising up in the air, and then dipping and [...]

notes to myself-1. re. cricket

1.    There will be times, during cricket coverage on TV, when you will fume at the shoddy signal quality, displays from all angles except the relevant one, moronic crowd behavior, random commentary and all sort of blah-de-blah things which are de-rigueur whenever cricket is broadcast on TV in India. Stop fuming, and try to ignore [...]

whiskey tango foxtrot

I am troubled. Very deeply troubled. All the worries and disappointments of the past seven months are taking a toll now, and I am totally unable to concentrate on my work. I arrived at work two hours ago, and so far I have been unable to do an iota of work. I am just sitting [...]

quick thoughts-2

# Coming to work in the morning today, I saw a gaggle of geese, smack in the middle of the
busy SV Road. Now who would have figured THAT!
# A ‘gaggle’ of geese. Ain’t that a beautiful term now, for a flock of animals. right up there
with a ’school’ of fish.
# I think that if I [...]

quick thoughts

just a quick jotting down of observations before i head home:
1) Any salesman who has his shoes dust-free at the end of the day, either not in front-line sales or a dandy (he may well be in B2B, but that is not sales sales, if you know what i mean).
 
2) Time has probably the worst [...]

inside my head

Today,someone asked if i was allright. I shrugged and said,ya,course i was.
There is this constant headache that refuses to go away,suffocating me from the inside,as if there were a thousand million little children inside my head,all gasping for breath,caught inside this shrink-wrap of existence,knocking to be released from the inside of my skull,a thousand million [...]

Dear Obsessive Compulsive Facebook User

Dear Obsessive Compulsive Facebook User,
We understand that you love Facebook and are really hooked into it. We also understand that you probably think that online Social Networking is the coolest thing to happen to the world since Scientology, but please do the world a favor and change your behavior slightly so that we may ALL [...]

notes taken on the inside of a book on a boring flight

well,here i am sitting in a flying tube of metal,which is floating through the air at 30000 feet, or what ever is they height they float at.cruising,i believe is the term.i dont have much respect for airplanes rides, as such…just a bus on drugs is what i think of it…gimme a nice aircooled train journey [...]

radio and pastimes

I have found a great new pastime…one even more entertaining than reading profound comments on issues of national import which people write on earth shaking news stories-stories of epochal significance,like sonam kapoor casting her vote.the way rediff publicise this,i am convinced that we should start a campaign to make the vote of sonam kapoor count [...]

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