Just to cross a flag I have been following Formula One for over 14 years now. It is not that I am addicted to the sport; it is just that Formula One is more than just sport. At the age of 14, I was transitioning my fascination for cars from that of a poster-ogling teenager[…]
1-2-3-4… We made it! Four years straight. More importantly, we made it over the crucial third year hump in our relationship. These aren’t just uncharted waters but brand new oceans. And to be really honest, our fourth year wasn’t as hard as I expected. This fourth year was a year when unremarkable things were happening[…]
If you have been following this space for any time, you would know quite well that I have ruing each year that I have grown older ever since past the age of 25. My rants on my quarter life crisis took up a size-able portion of this blog. Now though, I have decided that ennui[…]
It took almost two months for the mailed out post cards to make their way across the desert and an Atlantic ocean into the United States from the United Arab Emirates. And since it took me just as long to write about Dubai, I must make it perfectly clear at the start that my Bedouin[…]
Avery’s fascination for mangoes was superbly intense. She wasn’t quite sure if it was the appearance of a ripened yellow alphonso mango, or the smell that perforated the room when it was cut, or rather the way the fruit melted on her tongue under the smallest of resistances from her teeth. It began from a[…]
Like the regularity of sunrise, he would always be present on the corner of 5th and Main. His grungy beard made it impossible to accurately estimate his age. In the winter, he would layer up with many rags but the hollowness of his eye sockets indicated a thin structure within. His attire in the summer[…]
My bed is now being shared by two large bags that look like large clams forced wide open. These bags are waiting to be filled with 50 pounds each of personal clothing, badminton rackets, scrumptious Indian snacks, some gifts and an excess baggage of memories. Its time to pack and go west again; checking in[…]
“What we really need at this time, at this instant is an artist”, David said in a distinctly serious manner. Jennifer became puzzled at this statement. It had been a lovely dinner. A long winding affair that felt questionably short. The night was crisp but not cold. The starts shimmered like extras, only in the[…]
It is always the same. The sequence of the tumultuous thoughts that appear a week before you step into that Airbus 300 headed east. Over the Atlantic and Indian oceans, back to the only place you can call home, without the air quotes. You begin with dusting those large suitcases that only serve the call[…]
The magnitude of this inertia is plenty worrying. But what really rattles your chain is how it sneaked up to be so large. The simple tasks pose as ordeals. A jacket lies astray on the living couch. It needs to be airlifted and put to its rightful place, on a coat hanger, inside the coat[…]