The Holiday

After much delay, I finally watched ‘The Holiday‘. I watched ‘The Holiday’ that Kate Winslet and Cameron Diaz took, not the Akshay Kumar one. The film talks about love. It limits itself on just finding love. If you want a bollywood style “lived happily ever after” fairy tail, look elsewhere. I saw the film being classified as a romantic comedy which I think it is not. It incites few good laughs and that’s about it. The story is about Iris and Amanda, falling out of love with Jasper and Ethan and finding Graham and Miles, across the Atlantic. The Holiday वाचन सुरू ठेवा

Algorithms can’t feel

Thick wintry veil had already descended upon, when my train finally chugged its way into the station. Out of the station, it looked as if only that huge metal monster could move here. Everything else was sitting still and foggy. I was the only passenger who alighted from a train that made an unscheduled stop on a mid winter midnight. Understandably, none attended me. I looked for a chaiwala, the only person who stays awake on such nights. I could find no sign of him or of anybody around the station. Few dogs noticed me roaming and gave out a bored growl. Algorithms can’t feel वाचन सुरू ठेवा

Trapped in tight bounds…

Trapped in tight bounds of my own existence
Still overwhelmed by the monstrosity
And underwhelmed by the happenings
I often choose to sleep
To stop my head from exploding Trapped in tight bounds… वाचन सुरू ठेवा

She, he and the primal rhythm III

Part I
Part II

He woke up weary next morning. He was still very much in sleep, unsure of his surroundings. Then he saw her sleeping beside him, occupying majority of his bed. He somehow reclaimed some of his space. He thought he should feel like planting a peck on her forehead but surprizingly he wasn’t feeling so. He realized how empty and filmy that thing was. This wasn’t the first time he saw her sleeping still he was somehow glued to it. She was sleeping on her stomach. Weather wasn’t particularly cold yet she was covered up till her nose. Her hair was messy. He could even spot a few stray long strands of hair around. He still didn’t feel like planting a peck. She, he and the primal rhythm III वाचन सुरू ठेवा


दिवसभराचा मानसिक थकवा घालवायला मी जोरजोराने व्यायाम करतो. शेवटी तिथल्या तिथेच आडवा होतो, शवासन किंवा कूल डाउन वगैरे नुसत्या सबबीच. पंख्याचा गरम वारा अंगावर भिरभिरत राहतो. इन द मूड फॉर लव्ह मधलं वेडं व्हायोलीन आजवरच्या अनेक उष्ण पानगळींच्या दिवसांची आठवण करून देत रहातं. झाडे वाचन सुरू ठेवा

In Dino

I simply love In Dino from Life in a Metro. I could be drunk on this song. It has beautiful lyrics, tune and arrangements too. The best part is that I have my past associated with it. It takes me back to the days when I was a dreamy guy going to or coming from his photography class, in a packed local train.

In Dino वाचन सुरू ठेवा

2014 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,000 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 33 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

Espresso Love- 2

It is very funny not to know how to know the person you already love. The person as the person only, independent of family background, race, caste and religion; is a tricky thing to know, for you cannot label the person with common stereotypes. Each time the person needs an independent and unbiased discovery of it. Here it was a girl. He found himself wondering if he should keep her gender in mind or not, while studying her. In their (and in our too!) world, standards varied vastly depending upon the gender. He then thought her being woman was an undeniable truth and why would he deny anybody of their gender? And he was successful in narrowing down the question as what kind of woman (replacing person) was she? Espresso Love- 2 वाचन सुरू ठेवा