This Sunday, I watched Ramayan for 6 hours straight, starting from Ram's vanvas till he starts to kill the Rakshas from the Dandakvan till the journey to Godawari river. It was very hard for me to sleep at night, now, here is the caveat, people might think, I was very touched by the Ramayan and … Continue reading Ramayan after years…
This is my most awaited project. The requirements of the project are as follows: For each emotion that I feel, put a why to it, ask the question, why I am feeling the way I am feeling. Go to the root cause, or keep cascading till you hit the last event when you felt the … Continue reading Project : know yourself
I still love the city; for the hustle at day talks to me at night I see the road, the way high taken I see the only car running away I hear the silent salient night and a few dogs Here, I sit, see, listen the occasional shriek of a bird and dance … Continue reading Oh love
कैसी होती है बिन फोन की दुनियां? क्या होती है ये उस वह चन्दा की तरह जिसको हमने बचपन में देखा है ? या होती है उस पेड़ की तरह जो बालकनी के बाहर हिलता रहता है, जो लगता था रात में एक भूत कि तरह, जो बुआ ने पकड़ा था हमे गोद में उठाने … Continue reading बिन फोन की दुनियां
The blankness in me, that remains in me, in spite of million stories running in the mind. The sorrow that haunts me, in spite of a million smiles that see me throughout the day. The hunger that eats me, in spite of irregular working activities of mine. The cubicle that lives in me, in spite … Continue reading Blankness or is it ?
It is incredible, what we fear most, turns out most satisfying. Paradox, I observe paradoxes everywhere. My convocation tales won't be complete if I do not write about it. I write, yes, I do write, but mostly all my drafts are in private settings. The world is not yet ready to see me. When I … Continue reading Tales of Convocation: A dream unchased.
I have an unheard voice. So, what does that mean? Who is not ready, the world I live in or I? The world has always been unfair, injustice prevails here at each moment that passes by, this brings me to the question, what is justice anyway? Why the world can't be a perfect place to … Continue reading Unheard – Questions and Answers.
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