Saturday, July 24, 2010

Days of my longing

Do you remember the days of wine and roses, days of impossible longings, days trembling monsoon rains, days of sudden breeze across the northern shore, days of sparkling sunsets in Nainital, days of silent nights lit up by thousands of lamp’s during Dusshera, days of waiting for buses in remote highways, days of stormy evenings in Sikkim, days of long walks in steep mountain slopes, days when I longed to hold you in my arms and never let you go.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A room with a view

Early dawn, from my window, hazy, misty, little sunny, cold, dampness all around, vast sky percolating through the Himalayan landscape.
I need some hot chai and touch of a loving hand..

Saturday, July 17, 2010

A day less oridinary

Early morning bird watching in Munsiyari, bathing in the glows of Nanda devi on a bright chilly day, having a hot chai near Baijnath, taking a walk towards Nainital in the evening when the birds return home, the shadowy sky with chimes from nearest temple mixes with smell of incense stick…
It feels like home.

This is me for you

Just looking in your eyes, just getting lost in never-land, just walking down the crowded Brigade road, just getting drenched on my way back home, just to wake up each morning with you by my side, just listening to Mozart, just listening to the moonlit sonata and smiling senselessly.
This is me for you.


Little droplets on my windows, merciless winds sweeping across the garden, black cloudy patch on western sky,slowly getting darker, winds speed peaks up.
I stay astonished at the nature's capriciousness.

India grow up!

Childhood independence lies in the dusty files of educational institutions, dating is limited to urban Indian cities and non-existent in desi-stan, alcohol and smoking are still considered as social stigma and luxury of the riches, vegetarianism is restricted to religious circles (ISKON etc), multi-family is the norm and love-marriages are considered as westernized fancy mixed with family passivity, inheritance is an extremely pathetic, boring, complicated sub-judicial matter which very few people understand and even lesser attempts to understand, hired helps (also called domestic helps) are the most commonest feature in urban India, they have a very pivotal role in matrimonial sanctity (if absent for a day, then poor husband has to do the dirty laundry causing an irreparable psychological scar on chauvinistic Indian male ego) and by far the best thing about Indian traffic sense is that there is none.
The in-laws are one of the potent symbol of India-ism, having a similarity with Facebook!, they provide status update to the people least bothered about them and provide unsolicited advice when you don’t need them (remember poke!)
Hope India grows up

Sunday, July 11, 2010


Sikkim, shadowy evening, calm, quiet, sounds of unknown insects, colorful birds. Western sky is purple, couple of school kids returning home, little bright twinkle from the girls hostel, time for the evening prayer.
I stand near the entrance, enchanted.
I can see her, playing piano.
Sound of Chopin engulfing my senses, silent evening is playing orchestra to her solitude.