“A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at.” – Oscar Wilde (‘The Soul of Man Under Socialism’, 1981 essay). My Ode to Utopia There’s a place called Utopia Replete with joy, minus any pain and untold fear Every day is a celebration In this land of love and bonhomie The people know no hatred, cruelty and warfare Neither have they heard of poverty and tears Their lives…
I have been star-struck for as long as I can remember. No, not by the famous people, or fame itself; but by the celestial objects of the universe. I have had a fascination for sky watching; especially the morning and evening/night sky in the best of their splendour. As a kid I would spend hours gazing at the night sky, sometimes even trying to count as many stars as I could. It was a pastime of sorts. Then as…
I’m a a firm believer of the fact that what you put out to the universe becomes your reality. In simple words, your beliefs and thoughts have the power of manifesting as your reality.
I have procrastinated writing about the Big C for way too long. The big C that eats into the human body, soul and mind, slowly rendering the person physically and emotionally handicapped. My intention was not to brush it under the carpet. I was just kind of clueless on what to say and what would make sense, with regards to an illness that has been written about innumerable number of times. It’s an disease which is spreading like an epidemic world-wide,…
It’s a cloudy Sunday morning. But the sun, though hiding behind the rain pregnant clouds, steals in a shower of golden glow upon me- or is it a creative glow? I’m blissfully unaware of the fact that this will be an eventful day; packed in a mean, scintillating punch.
Last Saturday we went out on a cosy family date to the cinemas. Spider-Man: Homecoming released just a day before and we had already read and heard rave reviews. It had been a while since we had done a movie together as a family. The 9-year-old, doesn’t enjoy movies too much, especially in the theatres. The 19-year-old is mostly out with her friends. So after much cajoling the 9-year-old accompanied us for the movie. So did the 19-year-old. Honestly, even I wasn’t that excited to go watch a school…
Mrs. Pammi Chopra is our buxom, next door neighbour, with an extremely foul mouth. She, along with her meek husband, Mr. Chopra who has a tiny frame that surprisingly dons a handle bar moustache, their two over boisterous kids; live in the apartment across ours. Mrs. Chopra’s favourite hobby it seems, is to pick up arguments and fights. It’s been just six weeks they moved in and she has already fired four maids, broken out into expletives with the newspaper guy,…
It’s a bitterly cold winter morning in New Castle Upon Tyne, UK. The roads are snowed out by 10 inches. Elvis needs to get to work. His job as a newspaper boy entails waking up at 4 AM, picking up the newspapers from the dealer and dropping them at each doorstep before 6 AM, in the Heaton neighbourhood.
It’s our last morning at Dhanachuli, a quiet little hamlet in the Himalayas. It’s a Thursday morning too. A day when we share our Tree Love. As I walk past the apple, pear and walnut trees, I look at them quizzically and wonder whether to feature them in my today’s post. I take some random shots, but they aren’t as appealing as I would like them to be. We are bidding this lovely hamlet a final goodbye, walking past the…
Te Aroha, Dhanachuli, Uttarakhand, India Dhanachuli is a tiny little hamlet tucked in the Uttrakhand mountains and an hour and half drive away from Bhimtal. This is where we are currently cooling out heels and toasting ourselves in the morning sun. This little paradise amidst a bountiful of nature that includes towering pine trees; their needles carpeting the ground beneath, wild apple, pear and walnut trees, an abundance of rose brambles in varied hues of pink, yellow, purple, rose orange;…