Pebbles...

Today is a bad day.. A grey day.. Today is a day of noises and babble.. There was always a day like this.. There were darker days.. Worser days.. Today is a bad day.. And its not the only one.. Today is not clear.. Today is a blur.. But there is always a tomorrow.. Tomorrow is a day of rise.. A day that always..always comes after Today will be your day.. Maybe many more today's will be yours.. massless molasses ..you will have my today.. You will win today.. With your gabble and teeth.. But you have made a mistake.. You have thought of today.. You have been winning .. And that makes you smile.. But you have made a mistake.. You always had.. You don't have tomorrow .. For tomorrow is the day of rise.. Tomorrow is the day I flew.. Always.. Above you..much above you... And I will .. Yes..I just have a sliver to hold on.. Yes ..I just have my truth.. But it will see me thru.. It always has... The slush has hidden your weakness .. The slush has gi...

I have written reams on how I hate Delhi. While some have taken it as a personal attack on their inherent 'Delhi' spirit..some have counselled me to 'just wait..you will fall in love with it..give it some time'. Despite the fact that I have hated Delhi from the 'guts' I thought of formalising my thought process to see why I hate this place so much .. First disclaimer: All people are not 'bad'. This is a stupid disclaimer. Of course all people are not bad. Its like saying that all apples in crate are rotten. Its statistically dumb. There will always be a minute probable chance that there will be good apples(or there will be small good portions in the 'bad' apples). But we throw away the crate when we are convinced that the number of 'bad' apples are beyond our acceptance level. For a poor starving guy a crate of 90% bad apples are 'good' enough..! Depends upon your quality acceptance criteria..! So I use my own criteria..and I a...

Today I got up early morning to realise that there was no power. which meant that I couldnt see anything(the weather outside was really cloudy and foggy)...I couldnt make tea..I couldnt warm water ..And worst of all the hot blower which gave me some bit of comfort in this cold weather..that was off. The room was freezing and worst of all..I had to reach office because of an important meeting. And somehow the hopelessness of the situation was so bad that I almost took two minutes to sit down and think as to how suc small things like tea in the morning was something so crucial to my day that I was almost disoriented due to its absence. And somehow that made me even more sad. So I did what I generally do when upset. I sat down and thought. I kept feeling sad and kept thinking. It was one full hour of self pity and somehow a long pentup anger that surged through me in sinusoidal waves ..as I felt so alone..suddenly alone in a cold dark freezing room. For that one hour I felt away..a long ...

Sometimes I think ..and maybe its true that I am so much obsessed by myself that I rarely have time for other people. Be that as may..I feel that if I am able to understand even one guy..why shouldnt that guy be me. After all I am investing so much time in 'understanding' . If I have to improve why not me? If I have to love..why not me? Before someone gets me started on sharing and caring bullshit..I sincerely hope that he/she/it is not an Indian. Because I dont know why but I have lost faith in anything said by an Indian(Generally..I am sure there ARE great Indians..but they are too miniscule to make any real real difference).And why 'they' Indians? Because I feel that majority defines the state of the nation..the feel of the nation and the nature of reaction. Somehow I do have a feeling of being caught up in a melee of bumbling Idiots who do not say what they mean..they scarcely know what their true feelings are..shallow dumbasses who are given to loud rhetoric and s...

Sometimes I think ..and maybe its true that I am so much obsessed by myself that I rarely have time for other people. Be that as may..I feel that if I am able to understand even one guy..why shouldnt that guy be me. After all I am investing so much time in 'understanding' . If I have to improve why not me? If I have to love..why not me? Before someone gets me started on sharing and caring bullshit..I sincerely hope that he/she/it is not an Indian. Because I dont know why but I have lost faith in anything said by an Indian(Generally..I am sure there ARE great Indians..but they are too miniscule to make any real real difference).And why 'they' Indians? Because I feel that majority defines the state of the nation..the feel of the nation and the nature of reaction. Somehow I do have a feeling of being caught up in a melee of bumbling Idiots who do not say what they mean..they scarcely know what their true feelings are..shallow dumbasses who are given to loud rhetoric and s...

I seem to have an intrinsic fetish for clay products. These are the some of the pictures I took of clayware at Dastakar..