The moment I entered the compartment, it felt like I had been found out. That was my only thought. The crowd seemed to swell behind me. My body was twisted beyond calculation. A random elbow was nudging the back of my head. The youngster beside was drenched in sweat and reeked of weed. There would … Continue reading First Class Guilt
Winter is usually gloomy and unfriendly. The winter of Mumbai, more so, because it is dark and foggy at dawn without the dip in mercury that one would earnestly expect. I had expected the same stark blackness to greet me, as I stepped out at dawn today. However, an unlikely saviour emerged - the old incandescent … Continue reading Under The Yellow Lights..
Deliver us from this heat, Oh Lord This had been my prayer as we approached the weekend. It was best not to complain about the winter in Bombay. The mercury never dipped past a modest twenty. My prayers were answered on the Sunday. A heavy downpour, accompanied mischievously by thunders, punctured the irreverent winter. Neither … Continue reading Mumbai Rains, Monday Blues
Entering the third week of my corporate life, the question of change has been lingering on in my mind. There is duality in the perspective of change, we have a tendency to resist any change that comes in our life and at the same time we yearn for a change from the daily rote. I … Continue reading The new girl in my city…
Yeh Sheher nahi Mehfil hai Prasoon Joshi quite aptly describes the essence of Delhi with these lines. This is a Mehfil , a festive gathering, and not a city, he says. Delhi, or Dilli for the locals, got its name after the Urdu word 'Dehleez' meaning threshold. The story behind the name of the city … Continue reading Deewano ki Dilli