real as it can get

I got to spend one chilled out day in Rishikesh doing nothing. sometimes i wonder how long this paradise wil last, the way we are depleting these god given havens. This is the last we will see of this in its real state- because soon, these will be artificially created as holograms (i-holo/ i-mirage?) you can pay for to enjoy in closed rooms between work hours next to your cubicle. And its going to be a deal.

Bipasha, Suchira, Arjun and of course Jura- thanks! I say its a good way to grow up, Jura- start traveling as early as you can!

real as it can get

I got to spend one chilled out day in Rishikesh doing nothing. sometimes i wonder how long this paradise wil last, the way we are depleting these god given havens. This is the last we will see of this in its real state- because soon, these will be artificially created as holograms (i-holo/ i-mirage?) you can pay for to enjoy in closed rooms between work hours next to your cubicle. And its going to be a deal.

Bipasha, Suchira, Arjun and of course Jura- thanks! I say its a good way to grow up, Jura- start traveling as early as you can!

mumbai taxi

I could do a theme on Mumbai for every 1 day trip I make here. I'm picking on the taxis this time.

The taxiwalas are an endearing, ever helpful lot. And they love their machines like no one else- which are aging, low roofed Fiat padminis with all the stickers tatooing them, and their masters hold onto the door with their under-arms least a giant hand might swoop down anytime and snatch the baby away. To avoid the scalding door in summers, you'll spot taxis with 'welcome' arm rests hanging over the door.

They zip down the roads, nearly missing anything in the vicinity- like they were never made for contact. In the backseat, there's me in the centre- holding onto anything for my dear life.

mumbai taxi

I could do a theme on Mumbai for every 1 day trip I make here. I'm picking on the taxis this time.

The taxiwalas are an endearing, ever helpful lot. And they love their machines like no one else- which are aging, low roofed Fiat padminis with all the stickers tatooing them, and their masters hold onto the door with their under-arms least a giant hand might swoop down anytime and snatch the baby away. To avoid the scalding door in summers, you'll spot taxis with 'welcome' arm rests hanging over the door.

They zip down the roads, nearly missing anything in the vicinity- like they were never made for contact. In the backseat, there's me in the centre- holding onto anything for my dear life.

flickjunkie

dus kahaniyaan, aaja nachle, om shanti om, saawariya, I am legend, beowulf, goal, jab we met, the messengers, the kingdom, breach, hannibal rising. Recommended are jab we met and breach.
Resolved. Watching flicks in the hall beats tv and dvd.

flickjunkie

dus kahaniyaan, aaja nachle, om shanti om, saawariya, I am legend, beowulf, goal, jab we met, the messengers, the kingdom, breach, hannibal rising. Recommended are jab we met and breach.
Resolved. Watching flicks in the hall beats tv and dvd.

Xavierians of '91

met my class mates at the school reunion after 16 years. I could cry just thinking about the way we were back then- scampering through the corridors all through our formative years. Apart from the paunch, mustaches and showing scalp, we're still the same. Here's to last night-

ride the time machine with me
we were the loud wilder lot
and still are- jeez what a racket we made
and we made each other back then

we swapped cards, talked shop
or just recalled ourselves

its like having found
pieces of ourselves
take my best wishes
give me that smile
it takes me to higher ground

you are a part of me
that floats away, but never broken away
let our hearts meet, hold me tight
Now get out there and shine

I'm listening to 'Everything' by Michael Buble here. When the chorus plays, I'm thinking of the Xavierians of '91.

Xavierians of '91

met my class mates at the school reunion after 16 years. I could cry just thinking about the way we were back then- scampering through the corridors all through our formative years. Apart from the paunch, mustaches and showing scalp, we're still the same. Here's to last night-

ride the time machine with me
we were the loud wilder lot
and still are- jeez what a racket we made
and we made each other back then

we swapped cards, talked shop
or just recalled ourselves

its like having found
pieces of ourselves
take my best wishes
give me that smile
it takes me to higher ground

you are a part of me
that floats away, but never broken away
let our hearts meet, hold me tight
Now get out there and shine

I'm listening to 'Everything' by Michael Buble here. When the chorus plays, I'm thinking of the Xavierians of '91.