For those who know me, it will not be a surprise. I don’t like my name. EKTA. That is one of the reasons I chose to write under a different name. I live on the 2nd floor and he lives on the ground floor. The place where I park my scooter faces the back door… [Read more…]
July 5, 2010
I got off at the Chennai Central Station at 4.55 this morning. It is supposed to be an all India bandh, declared by the Left and BJP, in protest of the rise in fuel prices. I was really worried that I won’t get transportation to get back home. Anyway, so as I was walking towards… [Read more…]
May 26, 2010
Today was just the perfect day. No, there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But I think I was in a good place to be able to enjoy the smallest things. I began my day praying with Roberto. Our prayers are simple. And I have realised, today, once again, that they are effective. 1. A… [Read more…]
May 13, 2010
I remember the first time I met you. It was less than 2 weeks ago, when I was visiting San Francisco. At around 10PM, a few of us were walking up Valencia Street when I saw Deep and you biking down the street, blaring loud, pumping music. I was very amused! Palak and I hollered… [Read more…]
March 18, 2010
I saw 4-year old Aditya dangling from his mother’s arms. I wondered why she would ‘handle’ a child that way. And I soon found out why. I edged closer to see that the boy was unkempt. Dirty clothes, saliva drooping, eyes crisscrossed…the works. He was mumbling to himself and walking, rather stumbling at every step.… [Read more…]
March 10, 2010
This blog post takes me back a few years. Interestingly, it is as fresh in my mind as if it had happened yesterday. If I were to pass the man (the one whom this post talks about) on the street, I’d probably recognize him. The idea is not to praise my memory, rather to emphasize the impact… [Read more…]
February 19, 2010
Most often artists see things in their paintings that lay people don’t. They call it depth, modern art, abstract painting, and any other random thing that can intimidate the lay person. But art is big business. It’s a fancy hobby, collecting art. And no longer is it limited to buying originals of classics; it includes… [Read more…]
November 16, 2009
Most people know me as a naughty, chirpy, loud, friendly, gregarious person. My close friends often see the sad, seeking, depressed and irritable side of me. In my head, I have always felt constrained. I feel that I can do so much, but somehow don’t seem to get the opportunities. Last few months, I began… [Read more…]
August 30, 2009
So it was again my time to meditate. It was raining. Pouring actually. Visibility was not even at 2 feet. But somehow there was something calming about the whole scene. I was just ending with my prayers when I heard the famous trio shouting. The school van had come and the brothers had to go… [Read more…]
August 23, 2009
I know several mothers closely. But closely cannot be considered as authentic, can it now? Yet, from whatever I see around me, I am convinced it ain’t easy. DUH. Bringing up one child in 2009 is bad enough, but someone who raises 2 surely deserves a medal, and someone who does it well, needs to… [Read more…]
August 15, 2009
I was browsing through the FICTION section at Landmark this evening, when suddenly just right down the aisle, I saw her glancing through the myriad genres. For a minute, I froze. Then I stole a glance at her. She was standing less than a few feet away from me. She wore a black t-shirt and… [Read more…]
March 25, 2009
How many of believe that God doesn’t listen to prayers? I can see hands go up almost instantaneously. And like all of you, I used to believe the same. Until… Last year, around August, I found out that three people I only knew of had 2 different forms of cancer.But I knew people who were… [Read more…]
February 16, 2009
A hungry, naked child she saw, She bemoaned at this heartless flaw! “The world is so unfair,” she thought, And tears to her eyes it brought! Lonely and helpless she sat by the curb, Her heart sinking and state of mind disturbed. Then along came her friend, an angel in disguise, He had a strange… [Read more…]
February 2, 2009
Buses are crowded and sweaty and tend to take an awfully long time owing to the bad traffic. But, for someone who loves Mumbai and has to move to a city like Bangalore, the very same things (especially if need to be done once in a way!) seem like the much talked about Spirit of… [Read more…]
August 19, 2008
Before I could help myself, I typed these words into a chat window this morning – “I just wanted to tell you that I really like you! he he he, please don’t be scared.” I was surprised that I had managed these words. The person to whom I said these words is someone I have… [Read more…]
November 18, 2010
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