Trying to keep steady on the shoulder of giants. About me and this blog. Lessons for Bollywood from the last days of the Mughal Empire.

A silver boy he is,. Mini version of the father of the nation,. Loin cloth around his waist and bare footed he sat,. With the standard steel rimmed spectacles and a dirty green cap on his head,. Keeping his fast all day, excepting for a bottle of water,. Sitting on a dirty crowded street, amidst the loud noise of vehicles,. His only aim, to earn a note of the man he is dressed up as. Second Chances and Midnight Ramblings. And then there are other.

I write to live and i live to write! April 29, 2015. After long days of sweltering summer and pain. I see thee pour . Pour! Thou awaken the dreamy leaves. Giving moments of respite and relief. Birds fly back to their eyrie. After days long and weary. I see men jump and dance. Embracing the calm , a state of trance. Men are happy and so are birds. Life is happy and so is nature. Blessed is the Earth and all its creature. In an aura of thy mystique perfume. Wettens the Earth , gets soft like a plume.

Scribbling is all that I want to do. A Quick Note Of Thanks. A Quick Note Of Thanks.

My musings on poetry, films and books. Celebrating the joy of reading. On my birthday this year, I got Amazon Kindle from my dear friends Anjalika. It was, undoubtedly, a very thoughtful gift from these two wonderful friends. ಆಕ ಕ ಲ ಯ ದಳ? ಹ ಗ ಉಳ ದವರ ಕ೦ಡ೦ತ.

I moved to the garden city on 2. August and started working in a corporate company from 3. It took whole lot of planning, shopping, getting everything together, and being prepared for all possible cases. Leaving home again was painful as ever and this was my 12. All of a sudden, I have responsibilities on my shoulder, my words have a weight and parents have started taking me seriously. Happy Blogging, Have a great day.

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Suddenly I wanted to hear the hoarse voice of Adamo,. I stood at the stove frying bacon and eggs. You can take the girl out of Belgium.

The quintessential irony we call life. A dreamy compilation of organised chaos.

It was a beautiful morning, she was to meet her long lost friend, one she had loved all this while, but only to get treated as a younger sister by him, which she hated, immensely. They were to meet at a local café, she was to exhume her love to him, today.