My childhood was spent wondering who lives behind those monstrous facades. Was it a driver, or a gunner or a silent controller? I would wake up in the middle of the night, when the facades started speaking to me. My son does not waste time. He just jumps on to the other side, and operates … Continue reading It was my choice
“Fall of the King … he is no more the richest man in the country.” The scrolling marquee at the bottom of the television screen is less important than the stock market crash being discussed with shocked expressions. I pull out my cheap Chinese phone to text him. “Remember how we played chess on a … Continue reading Pals
“I’ve never seen such a beautiful place.” “It takes a long time, manipulation and mean strategy to build illusions.” “Why illusions? You are free to step into the lights and dance. Let me film your cheer…” I said a silent prayer to preserve my daughter’s smile. “There is so much which has not been filmed. … Continue reading The Empire
It is what I’ve grown up with. A kindly soul with a straggly beard, torn clothes and a guitar took me under his wings, when I was a kid starving on the streets. I learnt how to earn money with music, from Lenovo. Life was good, till Lenovo did not wake up one morning. He … Continue reading It kept me going…
She still owns two of those hats, they used to love twinning around in. She offered the hats as free gifts to kids, but those were rejected as being outdated. Kids these days …. There is a lot to learn from them though. Why is she moping around for something that was never meant to … Continue reading Off they go…
I see engraved patterns of unusual creativity and exquisite craftsmanship. White-labelling came into existence, when identities were lost in smooth paleness of marble. Taj Mahal is but a sculpted grave, with souls of unknown artists scattered in the invisible graveyard. I don’t see pine trees and the water canal, but hear muffled sounds of creators. … Continue reading Taj Mahal
He is on unfamiliar terrain. The assignment is not clearly defined, he is not comfortable with local culture and his set of competencies cannot be put to use here. Vaguely, he thought of the celebrity singer who sat near Haji Ali, singing on a harmonium, and had collected twelve bucks for his talent. He used … Continue reading Journey to Irrelevance
“I have a confession to make.” His loving eyes looked different, and she felt a knot in the stomach. “No. It’s not what you think. I’m not going away anywhere. The monster you killed that fateful night was a dummy, and I helped you escape the law. But the monster who harassed you before that … Continue reading Scared
Once upon a time, there was paper….. Paper could hold words, pictures, memories, research, creativity and MONEY. Paper was primitive genius. I could hand over a million dollars to you, and you passed it on to someone, but there was no record of it. “You know why bitcoin is eulogized” I hear Grandpa speak those … Continue reading Money Genius
“Selective amnesia” …. a reviewer chose to say about the first draft of her memoirs. Delving back into the past is easy, but putting stories in right perspective is not so easy. I There are many other lives entangled with hers, she didn’t have the right to reveal all. She decided to approach some of … Continue reading Memoirs
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