Category: Musings

Leaving the Remains

I read Kazuo Ishiguro’s Remains of the Day last week. Stevens, the butler, somehow remains in my mind. How devoted can a man be to his work? I can’t understand it since my devotion to my work is almost non-existent. If someone gave me a million dollars, I wouldn’t work. I would instead maybe live

Wonders of Thoughts

There are times you go wondering if you what you meet is what you want, or what you want is what you meet. I am not sure what I mean by that myself. But I have noticed that the people I have met in the past few years have corresponded exactly with what I thought


Coming back from lunch on Saturday, my sister entered my room, and exclaimed, “Wow. Your room looks so cozy.” I glanced around when she said that. True. It did look cozy that time. The curtains had been drawn. The bright sun outside had been filtered to just a muted light that seemed inviting and lulling.

The Pursuit of Happiness

That was a lovely Will Smith movie. The Pursuit of Happyness. I watched it some three years ago, and it still stays in my scrambled eggs kind of memory. I am reminded of it as I write this post – it was a touching movie about the triumph of the human spirit. The other day

Weird. Me.

They call me weird. Freak. Crazy. They call me mad.They call me weird because I talklike the truth is not mine to hide. They call me freak because I sayI value my self just as much as you They call me crazy because I meanwhat I say and do as I say. They call me


Sometime back, a person very dear to me, messaged me in anguish, saying that she felt upset in a relationship and felt used. Through the course of a long sms conversation, I understood just how much of anguish this wonderful person went through – is it wrong to expect attachment from someone when you give

Urban Myths

Living in a city, people say, is death for the soul. The urban chaos of modern living makes life so enervating and consuming. But look closer, and we find that the rural pastoral scenes we spend thousands to travel to can also be obtained here. How difficult it is though to open our eyes and


Today, I just wanted to write just how incredibly blessed I am. In between the moanings and musings on this blog, it may not seem apparent just how thankful I am for the life I lead. But I am. I have had rough times. Tough times. I have lost more than I could hold. But

When A Thought Slides By

It’s funny how some memories come unbidden. There are things I would love to remember clearly – my brother’s face for example. How we used to fight. Long physical fights. Scrawny me. And big muscular him. I remember it. But it’s like being at the back of a very fuzzy lens. You try to focus.


RIP the Internet, gently suggested a headline. I didn’t read the article, but it made me wonder. I have known life without the Internet – but I will be the first to say that the Internet has made my life indeed better – materially. I have also benefited from its enormous reach – it helped