Of Borders and lines
For a trickle of Korean Won, we could peer through fixed telescopes and look into North Korea. To the clank of the coin settling into the metal box, I peered on. Blue skies. An occasional soldier. Green mountains, and fluttering birds. It could have been some nature reserve. But I was standing at the Korean →
I went to Korea
Travel opens eyes in ways that alarms that go off early mornings can’t figure how. In its range of new stimuli, there is more than ‘attention’ that you give up. You give a piece of yourself for unknown to you, a piece of yourself shifts. Or so it does for me. Bill Bryson says it like none →
Tape Recorder times
Our world of toys has a new energy and long hours: Lego bricks. What they transform to from being an empty assortment of grooves, protrusions, wires and protrusions is beyond fantastic. There is a logical reason for this new found passion. But that for another time. For now, recounting an evening with the little miss. →
A new year swings in! Happy New Year 2017
Happy New Year 2017. 2016 has been a heck of a year. I still remember the same time a year ago when I sat down to see a new dawn. It seemed to run in along with a lot of a promise and hope. And suddenly it is today and a brand new year is →
Roller Skates memories
She has got wheels to her feet now. She is learning to move forward with them. Roller Skates →
My experiments with Instagram
Picture stories have been the nerve centre of this website. It is in the long hard look at →
Of cows and independence day!
The little miss, as is her wont these days, has been shooting me a heap of questions. There is not a thing that passes the attention of her senses that just passes by without a question popping up. Be it an earthworm, a snail, a ridiculous honk from an autorickshaw, the neighbour’s loud movie screening, →
Thailand Diaries
The American author John Steinbeck wrote a line that left an indelible imprint on me. “People don’t take trips, trips take people”. After yet another trip, as I download my pictures, dust my shoes, clean up my suitcases and unpack my memory, how small the world is. How similar we are and yet how different. The →
The real poor
What does it mean to be poor? It is easy to describe poverty through the lens of money. Somehow that is the one definition that seems to stick across the spectrum. There are programs for alieviation of this wretched state. Governments are made and unmade on this topic. But what does it mean to be →
Happy Holi
When the giant bonfire lights up the night sky there are a few things that it does. It tells you that the bright days of summer are here. It tells you tomorrow is Holi. A day of colour and gaiety. It tells you that winter is over. And as the fire leaps to the sky →
Tom Sawyer moments
I have something called a Tom Sawyer moment. Amongst my childhood heroes, Tom Sawyer is one heck of a kick ass dude. His successes with Becky Thatcher aside, his ingenuity to get a group of friends whitewash the fence was jaw-dropping awesome as a kid. It remains jaw-dropping AWESOME as an adult with a paycheck. →
Pathways
The pathways aren’t often straight lines. Sometimes they are not clear. Many other times, they need to be created. The undergrowth to be cleared. Concrete and stone coming together to make a permanent path. At other times, what’s required is walking through the undergrowth. A few more walks for a few more days and the pathways →
Heres to a good day
Heres to a good day. I spotted this in London on a wet and rainy day. It reminded me that the choice to have a good day or otherwise remains with us. Viktor Frankl in his famous book “Man’s search for meaning” said, “Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our →
