You take me to the place And declare, "We are here". "This, here, is the monument We came to see". "Capture this I shall stand by it And then you Shall do the same And then we shall leave There are other places to see". A check mark We Strike it off a list We … Continue reading Sightseeing
I saw a video about Malleswaram on Facebook a few days back. I was at once nostalgic and also saddened. Nostalgic because Malleshwaram is special. It is where I was born and where I have spent many (maybe all) vacations as a kid. Saddened because the video reminded me about how Malleshwaram has changed over … Continue reading Post 30 – On Bangalore, cheese and the good ol’days
When I am traveling alone, I usually have my moments of inspiration and clarity. In these moments certain thoughts and ideas which otherwise would have never struck me, manifest themselves. I usually make a note using my favorite tool, Evernote. Here is a combination of two such philosophical ideas that I had on separate days last October. Life … Continue reading Post #18
I. He, She and Dog He sat alone on the park bench. He seemed worried. He worried that his mother worried. He was going to turn forty in a month and he hadn't found a partner for himself. But he wasnt too worried. He would have been if he thought about things. But he wasn't much of … Continue reading Samosa
The point of power is always in the present moment. - Louise L Hay With all the distractions around, isn't it getting increasingly difficult to pay attention? A recent article says that, our attention span is now less than that of a goldfish. I think I agree. My attention span seems to be getting shorter … Continue reading Monday Musings – 2. Attention Span
The mountains line our path. Brown waves shining under the morning sun. From a distance the mountains look like they have been draped in fabric. Silky and smooth, I feel like running my hands on the waves. As we move closer, the dried grass is visible. It no longer looks smooth. I feel disappointed and … Continue reading As I Travel
I glance outside The window As my train halts For a signal. I see a painting Right there On my regular route To school. A perfect painting Trees, hills A setting sun Clouds and the horizon. The complete landscape Right there All that was missing Was a canvas and paint Some paintbrushes. And a person … Continue reading Through a dirty window
I took my seat By the window. The sun was bright that day The train slowly chugged along Picking up speed I saw them from the corner of my eye Nervous, shifty and dark They followed us And never left our side. They followed us all along, The shadows.