Category Archives: life

Flirting with Disaster


A bump in the road, woke me up

Just the right time.

I looked at the open, two lane, undivided highway

I looked at the speedometer, 90 kph, reasonably fast for Indian roads

I looked at the driver, he nodded.

He wasnt looking at me.

His eyes were half closed, he nodded again.

I said, nothing. I just watched.

He clumsily tried to adjust the neck rest, like a sleeping man would adjust his pillow

I watched, In rapt attention.

He leaned over and placed his elbow on the passenger seat and rested his head on his hand.

I waited for him to close his eyes and sleep.

I did not want to die. I dont want to die. But, this could be interesting.

90 kilometers per hour, he veered towards the other lane

Then back, again.

Anytime now, I thought.

“How long will it take, brother”

My colleague asked.

I looked at him, kill-joy, I muttered under my breath and went off to sleep.

Funny thing is..

He, Did not know.



Ode to De Mestral


Fickle human relationships,

like velcro bonds,so strange,

Easily attached, detached and re-arranged

Broken traffic lights

This traffic light flashes red and yellow, but never turns to go
Like life’s many mysteries whose answers you are expected, to know
learnt to swim in a pool, the water sits still and doesn’t flow.
Facing the river of life and strong currents, fighting, trying to stay afloat.
As The ticker tape road unwinds,
You realise your struggles are a little dot,
Amid the collective worries of a billion minds.
no point letting it go, keep your chin up even as the water is rising,
You’re a fighter,
Keep punching, keep fighting

Written 3rd June 2009 at a broken down traffic light on my way to work

The other guy to throw a shoe

Little rag picker girls, clothed in green shrouds of poverty

Violate territorial rights of street dogs , in offensive formation

bark threatens to turn to bite, unheralded he rushes

to their rescue and flings at the dogs

a box containing his brand new shoes.

Our hero disappears into the crowd,

unknown, unannounced, unforgettable.

The other thrower of the shoe

This was witnessed  behind my office the day after the infamous first pair of shoes were flung at bush junior

Life, 38000 feet high

Velvet Blue sky
The shining sun
Floating cloud plumes
over terminal C, gate 81

Shark fins circle
Not hungry for food
Form an orderly queue
for the stairway to heaven

Metal Birds of wonder,
Others sharks and whales
lurch forward and launch
rising, into the abyss

Giant metal kites
inscribing a grey/white line
sways with the wind
fades into a distant dot

Flying metal tube
Itinerant inside
time zones, seven seas
Passing me by

Written on the back of a newspaper at another faceless terminal at Newark Liberty Airport, November 2008


why do we dream?

Why do we dream? What are our dreams? What do the dreams mean? I believe there is so much more to dreams than we make of them, they are not t.v shows for our sleep time but lie beyond the realm of entertainment, and they are not distractions from our daily lives. To understand what dreams signify, we must look to the other end of the spectrum…lets try to understand what nightmares are.
In my opinion what we see in our nightmares are our worst fears, what scares us most, that’s why the thought of those unfavourable incidents is scary enough to warrant being called a nightmare! If nightmares are our worst fears what do our other, sweet, pleasant dreams mean?
They must be the things that we want to achieve the most, the utopia or the perfection that we wish to attain, the things that we yearn for, our inner most wishes our desires our wants, and dreams are the voice of the heart, reaching out when it cannot be drowned out by the cacophony of rationality created by the mind. We dream when we cannot reason, we cannot argue in our sleep, our day dreams are our sacred haunts.
There is nothing to tell us that our ideas are false, are stupid, and are unachievable.
The beauty of the foolhardy approach to this life is such, we shall always remember the idiot who decided to chase the castles of his dreams, even if he does not make it and falters along the way. When he does get there, the glory is his to covet, little is said about the men of wisdom who lock themselves within the four walls of lucidity claiming to know better, they are the ones who lead unremarkable lives, never attaining what they desire.
To dream is to be normal, I think it’s perfectly normal to dream, to dream big…what is not acceptable is not to chase that dream; the world would have been a different place had fools not decided that they were going to pursue their dreams no matter how absurd. People who turned the world around had the courage to stand up to their own dreams.
If you do not try you will never succeed, if you never chase that cloud it will inevitably disappear, you are bound to miss all the shots that you never take.

Whats yours?

Happiness is an empty road, a tank full of gas ,Music flowing into my ears and no where to reach soon.Its a walk at 3 am in an alien city, standing on top of the pyramids and watching the sun go down. Happiness is sitting on your old study desk and looking at the note you scrawled years ago “hope”. happiness is knowing you have come far. Happiness is freedom. happiness is lazy sunday mornings. Hapiness is spending the day in the kitchen and your mum saying what you cooked it good. Happiness is only she will eat it and like it. Happiness is your kid brothers smile. Happiness is coffee with friends. Happiness is a stolen glance. Happiness is that smile you got. Happiness is music. Happiness is a warm cozy bed. Happiness is dr. Pepper. Happiness is a phone call. Happiness is success. Happiness is knowing you are going to lose but still going all out to win. Happiness is light. happiness is a moment in the dark. Happiness is in touch. Happiness is a new dish, or the one you have always had. Happiness is a $3 bill. Happiness is your reflection in the pool. Happiness is recollection. Happiness is dreaming.
this is mine, whats yours?