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Tagore speaks for me…

September 2, 2013

If I were Tagore, I would have prayed exactly such this morning:

This is my prayer to thee, my lord—strike, strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows .

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love .

This morning – when I’m coming to you –

What is a home?

August 17, 2013

I found answer to this question on Wikipedia.

A home is a place of residence or refuge. It is usually a place in which an individual or a family can live and store personal property, such as a single-family detached home or an apartment. It is generally a place to provide safety and is used as a center from which people or animals base their daily activities.

That’s it.

Impending gloom

May 27, 2013

These are tough times. While things are going through their natural course, overall there is a gloom in a bigger sense. Days are respite – pass quickly at work. Evenings are scary. This can’t go forever. This shall end at some point – this way or that – and I’m stretching its limits.

On the verge

May 23, 2013

On the verge...

Happy families are all alike

May 18, 2013

Sometimes – as times like this – I think people watching Kuch Kuch Hota Hai at this hour in their closed houses must be the happiest persons. They will have some evening tea and then pass the evening leisurely. At night, they will watch some IPL match – till the last ball – and the presentation ceremony afterwards – and will sleep like there is on tomorrow. Happy families are all alike.

My twitter bio

January 14, 2013

I, am, in, pieces, fallen, here, and there.

The end of it all

December 15, 2012

This is how you chill

December 12, 2012

A day when you leave home in the morning without taking your wallet. You also forget to take the access card that opens the doors at work. You need to ask someone to open the door each time you get up from your place. And they have locks for everything: parking, canteen, coffee/drinking water kiosk, etc. Even if to go toilet, you need to ask someone to open the door. You don’t even notice that you’ve forgotten the wallet until you pick up some snacks for breakfast. So kind of the shopman to allow credit. You somehow manage the day. Finally, you bike for home. You don’t remember exactly when you had filled petrol. You know that it’s on reserve. You devise a plan. Bike runs dry. You leave it at the nearest parking place. Fortunately, it’s within few meters. And you start walking. It’s your favorite hobby. Ekla chalo re… You start GPS (such a geek you are)! You have fun waking, as always. You get a call. One more reasons to live. You explain the other person how the ancient Indian mathematicians wrote big numbers, like value of pi up to 17 decimal, in shlokas. Your life is wonderful. You walk. You reach home. You no more care about the bike. You can even pick it in the morning while you go office tomorrow. It’s just 1.42 km away (geek!). You walk out and walk in opposite direction of where you had left the bike. You come at a street food place. You order for fried rice and check in on foursquare (geek). You start writing a blog while you wait for your order, and here it comes. This is how you chill your evening.

I’m alive and well

December 1, 2012

I must not hesitate writing mini-posts now, little updates to let people know I’m alive.  I’m having very little access to my Live Writer; things may go yet worse, and the android app is not something a regular blogger should use, but better something than nothing.

So, the point is I am, amidst all the things, alive and doing well.

Ruins of those days

November 15, 2012

This place where I was born. I just heard yesterday it’s sold at a huge price.


I spent 10 years of my childhood here. The two stumps you see in the photo below used to be huge trees of “peepal” and banyan. I used to climb on the banyan tree.


This gate, this free space behind it (may I call inside it), used to seem “grand” back then.


These ruins of my childhood… I know this town as it was some 20 years ago.