I live in Delhi; and also in all the places I’ve been, and very often in all the places I want to be in or imagine myself to have been in. I love the hills and forests; and music, and laughter, and filter coffee, yoga, cooking, walking and comfortable silences. I write, scribble, doodle and sketch; daydream a lot; read a little bit and remember very little.
Asim Munir’s Dump Truck, Trump’s Grump, Pakistan’s Bhagavad Gita Inspiration, and How Pakistan Won the Asia Cup Believe it or not, O Dear Gentle Reader, I started to write this a few days after the Indian Director General of Military Operations (DGMO) granted the Pakistan’s DGMO’s pleas…
O Gentle and Patient Reader, I take the liberty of posting an article—a lament of sorts—written by my dear and departed friend Ghatotkacha in late 2008, soon after the terrible attack by Pakistani-trained terrorists on Mumbai on 26th November 2008. Ghatotkacha was my guide, my teacher, so close…
Oh Most Noble and Patient Reader, a thousand apologies for my long absence. I owe you an explanation. And so I now proceed to explain my absence, briefly, even as I appreciate deeply those agonized whispers and mutters from the back-benchers of “That’s all right, no need to…
I love chess. I played a lot of chess when young. My teachers were my parents, who both played pretty well, though Ma would almost always win against Dad. This was in part due to her skill in arranging devilishly tricky positional traps; but brother Bala and…
Wanderings and Wonderings 