Changing Addresses. Again.
Finally, this blog has found a home. A permanent one. Posts will no longer be made here but at the new domain. If you have subscribed to this blog, your subscription should most likely remain active and well. However, I invite you over to the new blog for uninterrupted experience. Go to new blog –>
Rewari Steam Loco Shed, A Photo Essay
The morning of March 3, 2012 Seven motorcyclists met for breakfast at Manesar Five proceeded to Rewari Railway Station, 90 kms from New Delhi
Then it got worse…
The signs were all there. I just chose to ignore all of them. I had just decided to go on a roadtrip to the most inhospitable of all Himalayan regions with two city slickers who wouldn’t sleep on some sticky pillows if their life depended on it. I just didn’t see it coming. Saturday 5.30 … Continue reading
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Bitter Pill
There are a lot of romantic stories about entrepreneurship which have sprung up over the last decade. Things have started working out for people. The success stories keep you pumped up in hope of that elusive finish line. Despite everything, most entrepreneurs believe, and very strongly, that eventually things will work out. What no one … Continue reading
The Last Few Days…
A lot of people ask me why I went to Ramlila Maidan. Why was I there? There were more than enough reasons not to. There were questions and doubts about what will come out of the whole show. There were questions about whether this was the right way of doing things. There were questions about … Continue reading
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Of Misty Skies, Child Sadhus & 200 km Traffic Jams
So what if the journey back home was a nightmare I saw with open eyes. So what if the stink in me did not go away for a week. So what if I ended up getting scammed by a God-man even after I did everything to help him. So what if Tip-in Point was fogged … Continue reading
Born Again. Died Again.
How many mistakes is a man allowed in a lifetime? I think I may have made one more. Every time I look at the mirror, I see an unknown face. Eyes closed. Hands wrung. Wrinkles on its forehead. Look of dejection in the lines running down from his lips to his chin. “Is that me?”, … Continue reading
Going Away
The clouds are coming The ground turning dark I have but few places to hide My shelter tattered The scene is reminiscent We have been here before But we survived You and I Those laughing afternoons The lonely evenings Nights of shadowy calm The pregnant mornings Searching my trembling hand For that lucky line With … Continue reading
Earning My Quarter Mile 