Monday, April 25, 2016
Monday, July 07, 2014
Live your life, accomplish your dreams, for we get this one life. And what you do, defines you.
The traveller moves on, to find new pastures, to meet new people... A new world beckons.
Thursday, May 09, 2013
Monday, August 13, 2012
Wednesday, October 05, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
After spending nearly four years here, I think I have figured the city out. It took a painfully long time, but here is the verdict which is a solo word- “Contradictory”. Delhi is a twisted concoction of contradictions. A city built over another, time and again. The vestiges of the past live on, albeit on the sidelines. I never get the opportunity to pop my head around to watch the sidelines while driving to work. But a twisted ankle means princess treatment and translates into being driven to work. As soon as we hit the airport flyover on our way to Gurgaon, I saw the rot below the flyover. The shambling buildings, the resigned-to-fate roofs, and the indolent muck everywhere... And we were on the modern giant cement snake, snaking its way to the brand new city. The sidelines are like the small town India, most people don’t care to know about it. Most city dwellers don’t know about it. We trudge on each day, carried in our mini transporters to the zoo of caged workers typing away the black into the white and cribbing on a daily basis. The zoo keeper has not fed us enough, the zoo management does not treat us well, we feed their mouths- who will feed ours?! The banalities of life have taken over again. Time to break the curse and be free again...