Big dreamscrumble to dustAnd mix with the debrisof everyday And tomorrowor next weekNo one will even rememberor know A life was built hereAnd tiny victories wonTill a final stormBlew it all to dust Before long though,These shattered, scattered remainsWill mix with the dustAnd be the stuff of another dream Another…
I want to believe that flowers bring me luck, good luck only. I want to enjoy wearing white jeans and not be thought tacky. I want to revel in the bright colours of summer without having to worry about heat stroke. Here’s all my summer desires captured in apparel and…
They call this emotion blind.So if love were a painting, I’d be a blind artist. And it’s food for the soulSo if love were a banquet, I’d be a glutton.If love were a bottle of vinegar, I’d be pickled in it. But what would my love be like? I’ll tell…
Mumbai’s victimisation of South Indians happened a little before my time. But I remember life in the city before and after the Babri Masjid incident. My city, my beloved home has gone from an all-welcoming abode to a place that hates Muslims as much as the rest of the propagandized…
This is the second of my acquisitions from the summer shopping spree. Like the inkblot top, this print too was available in a wide range of cuts and styles (including the one I picked in the inkblot print). I daresay the square cut of the inkblot top might have been…
Being in a close relationship brings you insights aplenty. Your brain certainly works overtime and some of those times, you stumble onto enlightening bits of wisdom (even if they are *hic* alcohol-soaked). Here’s something I thought last week – the sex ratio is skewed in favour of men, in most…
How does social content differ from other forms of brand communications?
North-Indians unwelcome.South-Indians unwelcome.Muslims unwelcome. Singletons unwelcome.Couples unwelcome. Artists unwelcome.Drinkers unwelcome. The City of Gold, blessed land of Mahalaxmi that was once given as a princess’s dowry is a treasure no more. I’d like to say the average man on the street doesn’t carry these notions but the scary thing is…
The flipside of the Information Age is how it has made the broadcasting of personal information a casual thing.
Love as the grand jackpot waiting for you if you played your cards right. That was a big hoax.