A curated cellar of musings.
We occasionally get to know about a person or a deed, which we refer to as “Evil”. These deeds or the people associated with them possess a moral compass, which is in total dissonance with that of ours’s. Though these minorities might be a subset to the society that encompasses them, we often, comfortably, consider…
Lazy Sunday’s idyll—promising yet fragile. A stony path attracts, assures grassy possibilities. The path curves, swerves and entices, repelling the quaint milieu. The unwary drifter meets a dipping stone, The path imbibes him onto the earth. Into an oblivion of reality. Sunday’s gullibility—befittingly exploited. Kannan…
The factors responsible for a dysfunctional healthcare system are many. Most of them, are in some way, related to bad habits, which plague any entrenched system. It is unfair to criticize the present Indian system, squarely and too rudely, as even, the far more evolved systems: such as the ones in the US and UK…
I am a speck, a dot. I am cradled by the warm igneous, Drink off the sea, Feed off the fellow specks, Sully and spawn as I please. Of late, things have gotten hot, The sea's turned tumultuous, My abode has more dots than the sea, now. Lest anyone forget my name, They call me,…
Sahana hopped into the car. The streetlights were not working, the headlights of the oncoming vehicles were streaking past and retrospectively guiding her. This wasn’t her car. She had sold her Jetta, 3 days ago. The borrowed luxury made her a bit uncomfortable. She was speeding to her destination but had to come to a…
Earth has a way of asserting its presence. Our daily coffee is in a way earth’s emissary to our senses. Have it in the evening, the blend of the bent rays and the earthiness of caffeine is hypnotising rather than invigorating.
ये दाग़ दाग़ उजाला, ये शब-गज़ीदा सहर वो इन्तज़ार था जिस का, ये वो सहर तो नहीं ये वो सहर तो नहीं जिस की आरज़ू लेकर चले थे यार कि मिल जायेगी कहीं न कहीं फ़लक के दश्त में तारों की आख़री मंज़िल कहीं तो होगा शब-ए-सुस्त मौज् का साहिल कहीं तो जा के रुकेगा…
Surrounded by honking predators, Hell bent on putting me off my path, I tirelessly meander through the sea. The endlessly zigzagging traffic talks in a hybrid tongue. Part human, part auto: the language is but noise tucked into profanity. A sea of wheeled humanity, More inclined to stop my progress than to move, Yells, “Stay…
The waves were immense! Beach’s stretch did its best to offset the dread, for the swelling brine Strikes fear and invites, at once. The trained eye uttered caution, “High tide” it muttered, wisely. The waves attracted buzzing amateurs in hoards Eager to get their feet wet—and probably drown. The majestic waves kept beating away,…
