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.
Deepavali is a good time for counting one’s blessings. The blessings of those whom we love and have loved and who have blessed us with their love, the love timeless, joyful, eternal as Light… And so, O Gentle Reader, in this mood sentimental on this Deepavali day of…
O Gentle and Tolerant Reader, fervent apologies for my long silence. And I shall pretend I didn’t hear those dismayed cries of “Aiyoo Muruga! He’s back!” and “What! We didn’t even notice your absence!” and “Have you considered a five-year silent penance in some remote Himalayan fastness like…
Valentine’s Day always awakens my romantic nature, as I’m sure it does yours, O most Adored Reader. Today’s February 13th—the Eve of this glorious Festival of Romance! The Eve of V-Day, that Ancient India gifted to the world under its many original names like Harappa’s ‘Belan Daine Din’,…
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…
