Ideally and ordinarily, I(I would love to say 'we' but let me speak for myself here) should be fearing the Unknown: Wild untamed animals, unpredictable weather, freak accidents, forces of nature beyond our control- earthquakes and avalanches and tsunamis.Of course, The future is unknown, uncertain and that's no reason to fear it so I'm not counting ( Read more... )

From my fourth floor office terrace, I watch the traffic on the Inner Ring Road behave and misbehave every time I step out for coffee. It has to be one of the most fascinating things to watch: The people behind these wheels are normal ordinary people, perhaps you work with them, live with them, are married to them, meet them for lunch on a regular ( Read more... )

Traffic on Indian roads is far more respectful towards cows than people. Everything slows down, comes to a halt even. Neat traffucked lines of vehicles are formed. Which is something that would never happen if a person were to cross the road: people step up the speed and the last n years of your life flash before your eyes everytime you step on a ( Read more... )

It is common knowledge that I moved to India, quit the US and am loving it here. I'll probably talk about all that in another post. What I'm loving here is the mangle and deluge of languages that hit you from every corner.

I wake up to Konkani caught in the tangle of a busy weekday morning. Someone's rushing for work and someone's late for school, ( Read more... )

I had promised Subodh Sir that I would start writing here only when I have something positive to share, something nice to say. There's just been too much negativity and general annoyances in abundance around here- you know, the something annoys me, I annoy myself cycle- and I thought it would be best to spare everyone the bullshit.

But!

It was August 12 when I landed in Paris. I don't remember the exact sentiments, it was cold for 'summer', my definitions largely described by my equatorial temperament-13degree Celsius- and I knew somewhere K was celebrating his birthday. Another 5 hours to Los Angeles...and who knows what LA held in store for me? Just a few months ago, Darshi had ( Read more... )

This is heartbreaking but I have to do it. If any of you in the US want any of these preloved books, leave a comment here or drop me an email(purely.narcotic at gmail) and we could figure out how to ship them to you?

William Dalrymple - White Mughals (Hardcover)

Mikhail Bulgakov- The Master and the Margarita (Paperback)

Salman Rushdie - The ( Read more... )

Start the day with a glass of Champagne. If you're in a particularly frivolous mood, pop open the bubbly.
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I think it was Agent Green Glass who wrote about swooping down, rushing in and pulling a friend out of a downward spiral just like we would when we were kids and the urgency in the moment was to help the friend out. When we didn't debate and argue back and forth with ourselves if we were crossing lines, overstepping boundaries, bringing down ( Read more... )

"I'd rather dance with you than talk with you"

I might be speaking too soon but it's been awhile since I've been this calm and at peace with myself. Poetry, some lovely music (Kings of Convenience)- that might not actually be that lovely if you read the lyrics of the songs but the melody wins over the melancholy, and some sweet Moscato and lasagna ( Read more... )