Day dreams are made of these
Cars and Love
If all, end all.
Travel and Adventure
Where is next?
David and Jennifer
The alias and her
Home and not at Home
Who is lost is who is not?
The pursuit of Happiness
I like writing and take it more seriously than I should. At times, I might even say something significant. This blog began as a diary of my life in the United States when I moved there from India for schooling. Ever since, it has continued to document dutifully my eventful life. It is now my own time machine, literally. (The future button doesn’t work as yet) You are welcome to browse through my twisted fallacies and abrupt realities. Perhaps, you might find that we are indeed alike or far far different. In any case, Thank you for visiting and don’t forget to take your personal belongings when you leave.
it is lust, it is torturous And I’m aiming right at you
It is unbelievable and incredibly humbling that I am getting to experience this feeling again. I now know twice what it feels to yearn intensely and then on nonchalant summer day actually get what you want. What started in a Tata Motors library and ended in a Lotus, began again in the Porsche museum. And[…]
Regret crosses the finish line for another lap Seven years ago, on this day, I bought a car that I had dreamed of since I was 17 years old. I had read about this British car maker slash race car manufacturer and his incessant love for small, lightweight and remarkably agile cars. His philosophies had[…]
he asked her to take him back to the start ‘I have met someone.’ she said decidedly to her friends over dinner. Her friends squealed asynchronously. They all looked at each other with raised eyebrows and a variety of facial contortions that could only be considered excitement. They hadn’t expected this news at all. For[…]
It is just as great on the other side Still that sincere yearning of an average heart, beating well and true In this new found land, of paled red white and blue A desire that has now aged, a passion that now burns cheaper and slower Amber of forgotten loves, plain-Jane cars and average[…]
It is ironic that a healthy democracy can allow it’s own termination and bring closet fascism to power. I am heartbroken. I am mad. I am hurt and I am sad. But I am no longer in denial about what her people truly want. It is an disillusionment of the highest proportions. A country I had vehemently[…]
As far as I can recall, there have been very few times when I couldn’t wait for a year to come an end. There hasn’t been a single prominent reason but 2016 has been such a tiring year. The sum under the curve integrated so steeply that I was exhausted in fall already. The onslaught[…]
Suppressed majorities It’s thanksgiving season now. The turkey jokes are flying around, waiting to be slaughtered and rehashed over dinner. The weather is bludgeoning us with its pre-winter cold grey drab mallets. The trees have ended their resistance and accepted their bare fate for the next few months. Yet, or perhaps despite the coldness, I[…]
Festive lighting Is it possible that I have forgotten the art of celebration? I don’t know what it is about this year but I am struggling to celebrate it well. It is not that I am downtrodden and in despair. On the contrary, I am blessed with a beautiful wife who supports me endlessly. A[…]
No more West I spent over ten days in the Pacific Northwest and did not get soaked once in the rain. Well, at least, not literally. Metaphorically though, I came back drenched in the wilderness of the region. Even in Seattle, a city of moderate size, the sea gulls claimed their corners convincingly. The trees[…]