Sunday, November 18, 2012. The barber asked me few more questions and I dexterously replied all thereby ensuring I got a hai.

Some time ago, I was chatting with a friend of mine, Midhun, who is a major Math geek, when I had to leave for some minor emergency which I no longer remember. I love April fools day. Today I can actually speak my mind without repercussions.

Seeking clarity in a confusing mess that the world is. An attempt to see things clearly. Would you stand up and be counted once more? January 3, 2014. I remember that cold Delhi evening at the New Delhi Sansad Marg. Like millions of Delhi citizens, nay, citizens of India, I felt hopeless, dejected, disappointed in my establishment, my system. It had let all of us down, and we were the people responsible for tolerating it, for creating it.

Monday, March 13, 2017. I am old enough that little kids call me uncle. I am fat enough that sometimes teenagers call me uncle. I am not yet bald enough that I would refer myself as an uncle but I am working towards that goal. The reason I learned to cook omelette was because of my mother. Like any other normal mother she called me yesterday on Holi and instead of wishing me Happy Holi proceeded to ask about my ea.

Thursday, 17 April 2014. Asked me to guest-post on her blog a few months back. I laughed it off but she was so. She had too many ex.

Friday, October 24, 2014. this perfect amalgamation of two souls to create this weird strange third soul that stands in between lost to both lands but in a strange and weird way at home in both. And then there is me trapped in the middle. Caught somewhere between that wistful sentimentalism and being able to touch feelings. Saturday, June 5, 2010. Wednesday, February 17, 2010.

Mdash; Leave a comment. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Mdash; Leave a comment. Fallacies of this recalcitrant heart shall trouble you no longer. For the skies in which its dreams flew is overcast with tears. Tapestries of these tattered emotions shall choke you no longer.

Respect is earned, not asked for. I carried a heavy heart for all these years. Apologizing is almost suicide equivalent for a huge ego like mine, but this time I had to, because I knew I did wrong to you. I might have hurt many people in the course of life, unintentionally and intentionally, but something I did to you, that too twice, weighed on me. That baggage I carried all this time. I always thought of you highly.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. Friday, July 2, 2010. My Sins Against Gender Stereotypes. Tagged me and this is the one tag which has became a cult of sorts.