Two friends, perhaps in their early 30s, sit talking at the table in front of me. Their conversations are unapologetically loud, punctuated by lots of laughter and “are you f*cling kidding me?!”. Judging by their awkward but tight hug when they walked in, they probably haven’t met in a while. I sit quietly reading my… Continue reading Who else? Who else?
Through my auto journey today, we come across several signals. Each with its own kind of beggars. The usual suspects. We meet a cripple, a mother with a son, eunuchs. Each have their own negotiation strategies that they use, inspiring a different evasion strategy from me. Aap ko yeh bura lagwayenge. Kuch logon ko dhamkayenge.… Continue reading Auto-ride lessons in negotiations.
I find my seat in the flight. 3 kids and 2 infants in a 2 row radius. Check the battery of my ipod; gonna need that. A newly wed couple arrives on the other side of my row. And a gorgeous gentleman takes the seat beside mine. Light teal blue shirt, jeans, octagonal jaw and… Continue reading A flight journey. Too many families. A gorgeous man. And me. (Among others)
My bookshelves, they are like carriers of large parts of my history. Organised in patches of memories from my life, they are reflections of my meaning systems. When you come home, spend a few minutes looking at my shelf, taking in the titles of my books; some faded, some shiny new, and you will know… Continue reading Notes from a Bibliophile.
(on my way from Mumbai to Baroda) In the train, there's this mother travelling with her two children. The older one, about 3-4 years old, says versions of this to his little sibling, who's only about a few months old, every time it cries: "Mummy is really worried travelling with just the two of us,… Continue reading Sibling negotiations.
Growing up, has been about discovering the privilege of having legs that can make choices, and hands that can enable balance by seeking out answers. But learning to stand is barely the hard part. And balance is merely elusive. It's like a game of twister. On non-linear multiple continuums of belief. Circumstances are declared, and… Continue reading Finding my balance.
I spend my days collecting pieces to make up my world and trying to piece them together Meticulously, with childlike curiosity for meaning-making I try and try, finding the fit, as closely as I can And then I draw over them intricate patterns, with my schemas There are some patches Where the meaning is… Continue reading The piece about pieces
There will be moments, when the flapping of your wings will set off the chaos. When a tiny stringing of your guitar will suddenly find its rhythm in the dance of this cacophony. When your scales will suddenly find melody in another genre, and the resultant harmony will sing a song you don’t even know… Continue reading The Butterfly Effect.