Infinite thoughts. Infinitesimal moments.And when they converge, the result is a perfect memory. To be framed and hung, no matter how crowded the walls of our minds, space enough for these mind paintings that smile over our lives. Away from India. Away from the familiar. Here is where I am. In this country called China.
A green worm once became best friends with a little caterpillar. Together, they roamed the patch of grass that was as vast as their thoughts. It stretched all the way, and would take you two long strides to cover this patch. They would crawl along together in this infinity, talking about all the little things
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
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? Go
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
Having spent around 3 years in China, the first question that people ask me, a vegetarian for life, is “How did you manage/survive?” Not how the land was. Its wonderful people. The spectacular temples. The beautiful juxtaposition of tradition and culture. Just this question. You then shrug and say, “Oh, it was fine.” “But I
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
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
When all fails, fail again. Go on. Spread the love!
That post is a bit misleading. I am not on the road to Burma actually, or rather, that’s now how I am planning to go. The land border between India and Burma is closed, apparently. I have to fly and that’s where the dilemma comes in. The dilemma was this: Should I pay more to