Best of Me

‘Am I the best’ is a question I often ask myself. Brutally, the answer is yes. Confidence, yes. Arrogance, no. Well, a bit of it actually. ‘Best’ is usually the most used and most abusively used word around. Gives you this feeling of anonymity in the vicinity of giants twittering around the epicenter. Yes, IContinue reading “Best of Me”

Fan – I ain’t one

My apprehension turns in to an insomniac, ballistic version when I talk about SRK films. But ‘Fan’ is a different experience altogether. It brings together a gamut of emotions that sway across as I watched the film – the newcomer, the emerging star, the human being, the superstar, King Khan. Well, yes. Life does comeContinue reading “Fan – I ain’t one”

inbox today

My outlook inbox number was showing ‘1994’ today. I took a deep 10 second look at it and was quickly reminiscent of how life was, way back in 1994. These are few of what I remember – vaguely and hazily as I swept past nostalgia. As any teenager, I was equally inquisitive, confused and overtlyContinue reading “inbox today”

Disparity of Roots

Once upon a time, in the long lost world of happiness, anguish and chaos, there lived 2 individuals who were raised and bred together. Yet, so gorgeously different. Angel was a shy, submissive, reluctant girl who had her choices defined by her parents. She was extremely adorable and loved by all around her. It wasContinue reading “Disparity of Roots”

We are still fighting back..

Couple of weeks ago, I woke up to the dastardly act in Turkey that consumed valuable lives. Last week, the city of Dhaka was under fire. Where are we heading towards? Are we moving at all or have the tragedies of incumbency stolen the sheen of human spirit away from us? Are we dying? CanContinue reading “We are still fighting back..”

typical father weekend

my weekend these days means lots of cuddling and indulging in nonchalant pampering of my 5 month old toddler. yes, everything is surrounded by his exploits and his presence dictates the agenda of our day. he smiles, makes weird sounds, smiles again, doesn’t cooperate for a feed, loves to be patronised with love, touch andContinue reading “typical father weekend”