tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56491644242684206182024-03-05T14:11:25.080-08:00QUIP PRO QUOI have no clue where thoughts come from. A fast retort.
Short stories. Tall tales. Chronicles of life. Anything. Everything. From everyday life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-28484707659747698482020-09-09T01:36:00.001-07:002020-09-09T01:36:21.136-07:00Its beckoning There’s an old saying attributed to legendary sports journalist Red Smith: “There’s nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein.” The technology may have changed since the 1940s; the painful parts, unfortunately, haven’t. Coming back to this blog after eons, perhaps am ready to work at the keyboard again.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-28618120462503466642016-07-07T02:58:00.000-07:002016-07-07T02:58:40.927-07:00 Oooh those melting eyes
Budd the pup
From his beautiful mommy GG
Who herself was a puppy
Not so long ago.
Filled with curiosity
And not a worry.
The only ask is to explore
Chase the monkeys
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-6632846574830426882016-07-07T02:39:00.000-07:002016-07-07T02:39:47.368-07:00The lone wanderer
Its bossing time. The Lord of all he surveys and smells:D
All he is, is a puppy:)
Will one day break the bounds of puppyhood
Go through some dramatic experiences in life
But for now, he is the Lord of all he surveys
Fully knowing Mommy GG is a bark away:)
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-47424681513273477362015-09-09T02:17:00.001-07:002015-09-09T02:17:12.795-07:00Flap your wings, come fly
The 14 hour flight had me re-check my passport over 20
times, 6-movies seen back to back, AND soaked up all the prep material saved by
me, on paragliding. Turns out that paragliding
grew out of parachuting. In the 1960's, the military needed to train
parachutists on how to perform safe landings. Repeatedly going up and down in an air-plane to drop the parachutists was Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-34886797015969266972015-09-03T02:58:00.000-07:002015-09-07T23:49:15.963-07:00The Great Home for any Arsenal foreign fan
The Armoury and The Emirates are ranked as one of the 3000 must visits in London. For foreign fans like me, visiting the Emirates was up there on the priority must do list! Top class! More on the shopping in a bit. This is the best stadium I've been to in England. Of course I'm a little biased about Emirates, but this stadium is new, clean, you still get the sense of "history" and "class" from Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-50205754404879225712015-09-02T12:52:00.002-07:002015-09-02T12:52:38.603-07:00Wild & breathless football
Armed with burgers, margaritas and beer, we were as ready as could be. Willing mentally for an exciting attacking Arsenal. Domination. Onwards!
The bets were placed. The gloves were off. The Arsenal fans were bubbling with confidence, the Liverpool fans with fake bravado. This is The Emirates for chrissake!:)
I've been angry, embarrassed, even Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-34243532829844180992015-01-05T20:00:00.000-08:002015-01-05T20:00:15.985-08:00The Colours of December
Walk along with me into my garden of colours
Let me show off Nature's pride
So colourful, so vibrant
Makes me yearn to own them
Then again, I remind myself
To forsake the mindset of worldly possessions
Cos I know deep inside
This bounty is indeed mine
To have my fill, ensure its nurturing
To one day soon
Allow another, the same joy
The same magical awe
Till then, I shall safegaurd this Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-18551218523150181932014-08-14T04:04:00.000-07:002014-08-14T04:04:08.889-07:00I need a holiday!
We all work hard. Weekends are more like workends. We sleep with our smartphones. And we think vacations are for wimps. So we don’t take them. Or if we do take a break its because folks nag nag nag, so, we take work along with us.But my own learnings have impressed on me that a break, a holiday, a vacation not only makes me feel healthier and happier, equally makes folks - family feel the same. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-50192172234910797582014-08-14T02:28:00.004-07:002014-08-14T03:17:06.146-07:00Raksha Bandhan - the bond of love
Raksha Bandhan is a celebration of the love and trust between brother and sister. When the sister ties rakhi on the right wrist of her brother she prays for her brothers safety and prosperity at all times and in return the brother vows to protect his sister at all times.
I was told two stories by two ppl today (on Raksha Bandhan day). Both - felt rightStory 1
Draupadi once tore a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-79314090814654363672013-11-25T22:23:00.000-08:002013-11-25T23:28:32.935-08:00Deepavali. Dispels darkness.
Derived from
the Sanskrit word Deepavali this
translates to “row of lights,” that honours the triumph of good over evil,
light over dark, and knowledge over ignorance. Lamps are lit on this day
not just to decorate homes, but also to communicate a profound truth about life
-- when the darkness within is dispelled through the light of wisdom; the good
in us wins over the evilUnknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-25657216253544822442013-04-25T21:23:00.001-07:002013-04-29T00:36:38.943-07:00Save Trees. Trees Save. Bangalore.
I THINK that
I shall never see
A poem lovely
as a tree.
A tree whose
hungry mouth is pressed
Against the
sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that
looks at God all day,
And lifts her
leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may
in summer wear
A nest of
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-89576407199612013512012-10-26T01:30:00.000-07:002012-10-26T22:06:28.173-07:00Beneath the horse's hooves: Ferrari
When
you view Germany or China or even Singapore, you do with respect? Perhaps
tinged with a bit of fear and awe? These nations are not to be taken lightly.
Yet when foreigners seek India, come to India- they walk all over us.
Does your blood not curdle? Are we nationalistic and proud enough as a nation?
When someone insults India, why don't most Indians hurt and want to
lash out? Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-16369161420962098552012-07-21T03:18:00.000-07:002012-07-21T03:18:35.189-07:00Sweet sweet tooth
A creamy dreamy crunchy sweet rainy afternoon with a
Florentine and my fave brew coffee. Was so inspiring that I am writing about
it! Sometimes I wish had a job of being a judge for chocolate…, what a dream
job that would be. Sigh.
Florentines are a delicious mixture of toasted nuts and
candied fruit that are coated with a sweet sticky mixture of honey and sugar
and baked until golden Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-34655066640078535502012-04-26T03:32:00.000-07:002012-04-26T04:27:36.473-07:00India or abroad?
Lately I have been in an apocalyptic
mood. Watching the scenario in Political, Social India I feel depressed,
wondering why such an optimistic story (about a nation called India) has
suddenly, gone sour, fraught with negative sentiments? It is times such as
current – when the economy is not galloping ahead, when inflation is at an
all-time high, when scams seem to crawl out of the Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-21914633224031874172012-04-16T02:54:00.000-07:002012-04-17T04:54:46.087-07:00Fear
I like animals…I really do. Okay, I like MOST animals. Let
me break this down.
I like dogs.
After seeing Happy Feet, I kinda like penguins too ( so long as they can tap
dance)
The one’s I don’t like are the one’s that are the killer
variety. You know, like the sharks for instance – since I was small Jaws has
mortified me, I really wish sharks…cough…water welling up in the eyes…didn’t
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-58312922637081826612011-11-04T03:10:00.000-07:002011-11-04T04:20:17.780-07:00Establishing Tradition: The India F1 wayMention the track at Greater Noida and the first image that springs to mind is the vast expanse of land (very Shanghai-ish!). Huge expressways that zip you to Buddh International Circuit, a race track for us normal folks, if you will!:) Manicured, landscaped edges, well-marked directions, massive car parking for every stand within the stadium – unadulterated joy. The only two flaws, I can Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-44572694272420598382011-09-29T01:46:00.000-07:002011-09-29T23:29:41.445-07:00Death<!--[if gte mso 9]> 800x600 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-IN X-NONE MR MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-70425235927460003542011-09-04T01:40:00.001-07:002011-09-04T01:57:44.748-07:00The mighty ocean
You are the genesis of Life
yet I fear you the most
Swollen river rapidly moves
thunderous sea howls aloud
Meeting the mighty ocean
in a celebration of creation
You are the reason I am alive
yet I fear to plunge on my own
For an entire day I worship you from afar
watch your moods and pay obeisance
My heart is awed by your vastness
the changing sky above stirs my soul
The sun gives way Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-12928125068248303462011-08-11T01:53:00.000-07:002011-08-12T00:26:55.446-07:00Born In India
Sometimes I ask myself why do I feel such a misfit in my own nation. I love India lots, yet, on many occasions; I feel I don’t belong here. Perhaps it’s my expectations, perhaps it’s my desire to see India grow and develop in a certain way, and perhaps it’s the gnawing ache of unfulfilled dreams shown to me by our freedom fighters and the political class?
Then again, I say to myself, this is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-1011172643886398332011-06-03T00:21:00.000-07:002011-06-03T00:51:35.553-07:00First Rains, BombayFelt so complete soaking in the rainFelt no sorrow, no painIt may give me a cold but I don't careThere's a calming sensation from grass to airThe feeling of love I don't have, I will gainBecause my heart falls open as I stand in the rainThe earth smelled of fresh, wet mud, The leaves danced in the downpour, blushing greenI raised my face heavenwards The giant shower and gusty winds Descended Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-61336054238954263192011-04-05T02:08:00.000-07:002011-04-05T02:12:55.664-07:00Never late to look destiny in the eye (India vs Sri Lanka)The Men in Blue made us Indians patriotic. Made us passionate. Made us proud. They always had our purse strings and now have our heart and our undying love too.Do we realize the immense pressure we put on our playing XI to win the World Cup? Does it come from our own shortcomings? Or then perhaps does it come from all those unfulfilled promises made by our politicians?When the world does an IndiaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-8402535469697313912011-03-25T11:10:00.000-07:002011-03-27T04:19:49.669-07:00Green or Blue on 30th March?Age old India Pakistan rivalry has long given way to India Australia arch rivalry. Given India has won *that* HUGE battle of nerves against Australia, the only worrisome factor gnawing at many, will be - have the men in blue become too over confident? Or even worse, have they become a wee bit lazy? (assuming they have already won the Cup after Australia!) That will spell danger. Surely. India vs.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-21651564448214474662010-11-24T22:07:00.000-08:002011-09-13T06:51:14.960-07:00School daysMaterial acquisition in those days meant pocket money to buy a pink candied ice-cream cone or 2 small samosas or a vada pao! We made rubber band guns to shoot paper in class, and often got caught in the act. We also made toys called “water pistols” with our water bottles for a water gun. The water pistol was initially an instrument used by an uncle in Delhi who had a large garden. There were no Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-86931217597527775412010-10-22T05:12:00.000-07:002010-10-22T05:16:39.348-07:00This is LifeLook at all the things going around in our world - floods, sickness, earthquakes, depression, recession, loss of jobs, losing a home or a loved one, fights, battles, wars, hijacks, politics, corruption; the list is endless Unfortunately, no one hands out any instruction book on how to deal with life. In our growing years we were expecting life to be one big party. And once we got our act Unknownnoreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5649164424268420618.post-91437574751625858242010-09-13T04:45:00.000-07:002010-09-17T11:04:16.624-07:00THE Ganpati festival: Colourful IndiaThe festival of Ganpati is not just part of my dna because I live in maximum city but also an integral part of my growing years as a child. The city that never sleeps saw us kids become decisive, become an unbreakable group of friends, saw us become a great team ready to enhance each others strengths and play down weaknesses, saw us play like a team over the years with ever growing aspirations toUnknownnoreply@blogger.com19