So you’ve been held in passionate embracesBut never captivated by someone’s glanceYou’ve made love,But have you ever lost your sense of self, becoming one with another?So you have never been sullied by someone’s touch. You bear the unmarkedness of sweet innocenceVirginal in your soulNot burdened by other people’s attentionsCrystal clear and…
So you’re feeling blueon a day that I’m wearing blue and feeling good about it You call me to tell me that it reminds you of Anil KapoorAnd I know you’re thinking of my wailing Why’s everything so blue??? at a movie we saw onceYou liked the idea but it…
It rained this morning. In Mumbai it only rains between June and September. Deadening, depressing, gloomy rain. But today was a cloudy, cloudy day when I left home. Dark clouds blotting out the over-hot sun that turns a Mumbai morning from morning-sun-pleasant to god-its-hot HOT. Dark clouds are supposed to…
Discover the discomfort of being stared at through the eyes of a woman. Bird watching doesn’t feel like a compliment. I turn the tables on the watchers.
Who I am is so not determined by what I do. Why then, am I sitting in office on a Friday night? Let’s rephrase Who I am is not determined by what I do, but by how I do whatever I do. Okay, I got my answer. Back to work.
Everyone wants something, someone, someplace, someday. I’ve said once that When I want someone or somethingI want it like I want air to breathe and that I’ve been asphyxiating for far too long I don’t want to chokeI don’t want to claw at others and be clawed at, for wanting…
PJ Rani says this morning, SNC, you baboon, you took the laptop home yesterday? My butt hurt all night!!! SNC has been frozen in a state of giggly shock since then. After the rest of us pick ourselves off the floor and sewn up our split-from-laughter sides, PJ Rani explains…..
I sabotaged a great Friday night I’d looked forward to, as a reward for being good at office. Call me anything.
My best friend got married last week. That deserves a post. But I can’t think of anything meaningful to say. I’ll miss her. She’s not leaving me. But people change after marriage. She won’t. Even if she does, I’ll still love her. Does she know that? She knows everything. Is…
A strict date is not in a raging crowd. Isn’t it?A crowd is just a lot of peopleA lot of conversationsA lot of smiles and thoughts flying aboutWhile you dodge the verbal volleysAnd dive to catch that elusive referenceAnd dance around in social rituals In the corner of your mindWhere…
