Where does a good story take birth? And when? Conflict, bruises and pain, people say, are its parents. But imagination is a good parent, too. Writers and poets can be as young as 25 – good, great writers and poets. Is there some innate talent that cannot be aped by or instilled in others? Probably.… Continue reading How Are Good Stories Born?
The roads of Mumbai are special. Here, cars, tractors, buses, lorries, scooters, bullock carts, fruit and vegetable carts, cycles, goats, chickens, dogs, cats and people all jostle for space. Space is hard to come by on Mumbai roads. So there is always some negotiation, a bargaining of sorts happening at every other juncture. The pedestrian… Continue reading These Roads of Mine
Scheduling is a way of ordering time, of picking it out from the fabric of the universe and personalising it, customising it, taming it.
Can this all really exist? Is this some sort of a dream? But then, who is dreaming it?
He was an odd man. Contradictions were marked on his body just as they delineated his character. He was at least six feet tall and endowed with a good physique and a swarthy if pockmarked face. Machismo exuded from his person in a controlled manner. But it was his voice that faltered fatally – it… Continue reading The Odd Man
Few books come as a balm to the soul. Loneliness is something I have been experiencing right from the time I was a little child, and have never really been able to shake it off since. So when I found this book doing the rounds in everyone’s recommendation lists in the interwebs, I decided to… Continue reading Book Review: The Lonely City
I want to pin love down and study its nature.