The Narrowness of Being!

Let me tell you a story. When Raza learnt (from his washerman) that Aisha, his wife, had been committing adultery, it seemed like the end of the world. Ammi (Mother) said that he needed to get rid of the unfaithful. Sell her off in exchange for gold coins – she commanded. Raza hesitated. Ammi keptContinue reading “The Narrowness of Being!”

I’m in Imperfections

I see a broken wine bottle on the subway, and immediately, my heart starts to ache. It must have gone through a lot, I wonder. And now–does anyone care about it? Some curse it and call it insidious, but my aching heart tells me that its agonies are far worse. As I lay my eyesContinue reading “I’m in Imperfections”

A Song for Readers

Note: Say it aloud. In fact, sing it. Then go back to reading.   Why do we read? We read, because, once upon a time, When we were small, and the world looked tall. Yes, once upon a time… when solo-ride was a crime. Once upon a time, at that precise time, a story wasContinue reading “A Song for Readers”

The Social Media Circus

“All the world is a circus, and all the men and women merely clowns.” ~ William Shakespeare   I read the quote as I stood outside the gate. Shakespeare? That does not sound right. “Welcome,” a voice caught my attention. It was the gatekeeper. “How much for the ticket?” The words came out compulsively. InContinue reading “The Social Media Circus”

देशभक्त बनो बुड़बक

  Proud feel करो.   किसलिए?   किसलिए पूछते हो? मूर्ख, देश के लिए, और किसके लिए?   महात्मा गाँधी के लिए?   नहीं, वो तो मुसलमानो का चमचा था.   टैगोर?   अंग्रेजों का पिठलग्गु था वो…   नेहरू?   उसी के तो कीड़े हैं ये सब.   इंदिरा गाँधी?   पगला गए होContinue reading “देशभक्त बनो बुड़बक”

I Am A Liar

Let me tell you something about myself: I am a compulsive liar. I lie for no reason. I lie all the time, every day. For example, if you ever meet me and ask ‘where are you going’, I will say anything but the real answer. It’s more fun, that way. Maybe because, truth is mostlyContinue reading “I Am A Liar”

An Elusive Place Called Happiness

A lot of people seem to believe that poor people are unhappy. Clearly, these people have no idea about poverty, or happiness for that matter. On the contrary, if you look at rich people’s lives, you will find that the richer you are, the more difficult it is to have a life of fulfilment. Especially,Continue reading “An Elusive Place Called Happiness”

मेरा क्या है?

तंग रास्तों में भटकते हुए, अकस्मात् एक ख़याल आया। मंज़िल तो कभी देखी न थी, रास्ता भी अब खो न जाए कहीं। ये फुटपाथ गरीबों का, और ये सड़क अमीरों की, मेरा क्या है? कुछ भी तो नहीं… मेरे हिस्से में आये हुए, दुःख भी हैं और दर्द भी। सोचा अपनों से परे, क्या पता,Continue reading “मेरा क्या है?”