To be honest, it started with my ears suffering from JLo tinnitus. I don’t remember how many times MTV played that studio-modulated voice, but it sure felt like there was no other song on the planet. And who can forget the tinny drone of Y2K. Through the books and films I had been exposed to,… [Read more…]
September 9, 2010
For all the crumbs left behind On the highway of Time For all the dreams Undreamt On the highway of success For all the moments Which well up Which swell up And consume my mind For all the nightmares That leave a bad taste In the life I left behind For all the lives, I… [Read more…]
August 2, 2010
Sharing, Of deeds done And things felt Are more important Than the deeds done And the things felt; Alone. Fighting the Good Fight, Is more important, Than staying alive; And feasting over the verdant; Triumphant. Sitting by the shores, Of your imagination And dreaming about What She is telling you Is more valuable… Than all… [Read more…]
May 16, 2010
It feels so strange to know that I have not written here for over a month. And possibly indicative of the alienation that comes from not knowing where one day ends and the next one begins…but such thoughts are for another place. This is a scattered post; an attempt to reassure myself that I have… [Read more…]
February 18, 2010
I want, To sit in a hall, Discussing Frost Sleep at the back, And dream of Picasso. “Thanks to art, instead of seeing a single world, our own, we see it multiply until we have before us as many worlds as there are original artists.” Marcel Proust
February 8, 2010
I have often wondered why my post titles are so monosyllabic. It reminds of those Hindi posters I saw growing up. You know? Like Deewar with the letters hewn from rock and crumbling. But in my head its more like a small word spoken into the Infinite, and I am happy in the knowledge that… [Read more…]
January 27, 2010
I locked them up, In a corner of my heart After running up the stairs, That night. Told the Whispers That no longer could I live… With thier chains. Banished them, For I was Launcelot. But whispers are whispers. And sometimes they return Making me check the chinks Within and without. Then I think of… [Read more…]
December 18, 2009
Are difficult to suppress. I have grown to love Gill Sans, and whenever I take on a new project, or want a font that reflects my personality I choose Gill Sans. So I wiki’d it. Check out who adopted it as its official typeface in 2003. Damn, damn, damn. Once a babu…
January 2, 2011
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