On a typical sticky, sweaty afternoon, I started walking from home to work. I did not have my bike at my disposal today and public transport isn’t a viable option during this time of the hour. Thankfully, my workplace isn’t very far, hence decision to walk looked sensible. Just as I was almost half wayContinue reading “goodness lives..”
Category Archives: love
my best man
You are the first man in my life. My first Hero, and perhaps the finest. You raised us with all the limitations around, and stood tall to give us the life we live today. You were the reason why I love bikes today, I remember the first time I kick started your bike and howContinue reading “my best man”
scattered serenity
gift of life
When the smile rejuvenates me.
playing days
Rain. Football. Wet legs, wetter grass. Dirty shoes. Hot tea. Don’t go home. Get wet. Complete package.
perfection lives through ignorance
Perfection does not lead you to oblivion, it gets you closer to it. Doesn’t matter how long you practiced it, you will fall short as long as excellence chases you. It isn’t naïve to believe am not perfect, no one is. When people say ‘I am Perfect’, it means the individual is good at somethingContinue reading “perfection lives through ignorance”
‘Mother’ of all happiness
You do have many names – Mom, Amma, Ma. But all of them get equated to the same level of dignified poise that you continue to epitomise throughout our lives. We were born, we grew up, we told you we love you and we hate you, we still grew up, we finished school and college,Continue reading “‘Mother’ of all happiness”
the pious piece
One of my most worshipped places. The goddess of ultimate victory, the sound of lashing waves through the holy Ganga, the colossal view of Bally, the shrine where the famous dialogue took place, perhaps a monologue of a saint is the brimming moment of truth.
Standalone
It’s not the stature that always counts. It’s the attempt to touch the sky that evokes a cacophony of myriad ruptures. Like, fugitives in search of salvation. Like, mortals reaching out to immortals. I like the canvas, what urges brilliance is the modus operandi.
roadmap
Steering thought process, courageously striving through. Not the shadows, rays get me inspired.
Perspective
Innocence amidst chaos of indulgence.
art of classical music
music has been an integral part of my life, that it’s a part of my DNA is an inexplicable conclusion. my parents and grandparents have been admirable advocates of classical (Carnatic) music, My mother used to be a decent vocalist during her younger days and dad always had this uncanny inclination towards genuine vocal chords.Continue reading “art of classical music”
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