Like A Bridge Over Troubled Waters. The musings of somebody who feels lost in a crowd,who is sometimes afraid of being just another brick in the wall. Saturday, September 19, 2009. The earliest impressions of Mahalaya takes me back down memory lane. Soon we would be joined by a group of friends from the neighborhood each armed to the hilt. There was always a special place of honor for the chocolate bomb which made the loudest noise. Sunday, June 07, 2009.

Life, or something like it. Although you know that one day you will die, you live as if you wont. Wednesday, 28 February 2018. The end of an era! Everything that has a beginning, has an end. Ok, so how many of you thought, that seemed awfully familiar, and then how many managed to trace it to the Oracle in The Matrix.

Dreams, cribbing and desires. Be it memories of a happy summer with the first of the many tuition classes sharing class room space with girls brought back by Musu musu hasi. Moving to the occasional Gazal. Finally, there are those milestones.