Category: Everyday

The Buddha Insect

It was one of those hot afternoons that blazed with heat. Just finishing lunch, I was walking back to my workplace, on the phone. That’s when I saw him. Assured. Seemingly at peace in the scorching sun. He was still. I moved closer, angling my phone’s camera lens. He doesn’t flinch. It’s almost like he

Waiting

There are times when you have to lead a life that others want of you. You fight against it, but you are always the tiny voice that babbles incoherently. You keep waiting for that tiny voice to speak up a little more. To take the courage. To swallow the pill. To devour the criticism. To

The Patron Saint of Lost Things and Lost People

It’s noon. Blistering heat. I have crawled through 15km of relentless traffic to reach Museum Road. I bargain with a security guard and park the car in an office parking lot. The roads all around Museum Road and St. Mark’s Road are a trekker’s paradise. You would have to navigate past slushy pools lying dormant

Crossroads

Late last night, I was watching a YouTube video on climbing Mount Everest.Called the Dark Side of Everest, the video was evocative in understanding the psychological stress that achieving a goal can bring. In this case, the goal was to reach the summit of Mount Everest. To what odds would you go? To what extent

Day Belly

There is a beautiful path where I go running. It’s really kind of into the woods. Running is both frustrating and exhilarating. It’s sad that the exhilaration comes only when you are done with the frustration. The more I work, I more I realize how futile it really is. Somehow, the concept of putting people

The Inscrutable Weariness of Travel

The first post of this year on this blog. And it’s in Feb! From a very desultory, travelless year, I have already been to many places this year. And the promise of more. The promise coming from me. I have posts to write from Burma. From Shimoga. And all the little details of my life

Gruesome Graffiti

A few months ago, while walking down a street in Shivajinagar, Bangalore, I came across these interesting pictures. Presumably they are efforts from the local government to add some spice and culture to Bangalore’s faded and oft-peed-on walls. I couldn’t help but laugh at this one though. Two women on the chopping block, anyone?

House-warming and Free Advice

Life at the PG has been busy of late. I don’t get to blog as often as I would like because the internet doesn’t work half the time. And when it does, the speed is so slow that I suffer from slowitis just waiting for the page to load. There are now a few girls

The Inscrutable Messiness of one Moment

The laptop fan whirrs. Hot air on a mildly cold Bangalore evening. Outside, faint music reaches my ears. A lizard mutters to itself. And a frog (?) enjoys its own rhythmic music. From the neighbors house in front, I can hear voices. My fingers create their own pitter patter on the keyboard. The laptop is

Bleating and the Language of Sheep

After years away from Facebook, being back here on this virtual so-called social platform reminds of this photo. Like this flock of sheep, everyone seems to bleat incessantly on Facebook – “see this, watch this, look at me,” and no one really cares. It’s not Facebook, at the most it’s a Likebook, because that’s the