Published in Hindustan Times…Again!!

Hello there readers, I’m absolutely elated as I share my article on the Indian festival of Diwali and the importance of cleansing your mind,body and spirit. This article was published in a leading Indian newspaper, Hindustan times

Here’s a link to the same –
The feeling that your writing is being read by thousands of people out there is just fabulous. Thanks to everyone for their wishes and encouragement on my blog. You people  are the best ūüôā 
Let me know your thoughts in comments ūüôā 

Fire and Ice – Analysis

Today, I happened to stumble across an old favorite poem – “Fire and Ice” by Robert Frost.¬†However, today I took the time to think, really think about it and analyze. For those who haven’t read it yet, here it is –

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
There could be many interpretations of this poem. Here are two I could come up with.
1. When the poet talks about the world coming to an end, it could mean the literal end of the world, destruction, doomsday, whatever you call it. So when we talk about the world ending, it could be due to either of the two elements mentioned РFire or Ice. The subtle point here being, these are the only two ways the world could end in, either by being consumed, devoured by fire or being frozen to an icy extinction.
2. The end of the world could be the end of a person, their destruction. What will be the thing that destroys them? Fire, meaning desire, lust, emotion, greed, anger? Could be anything. Or is it ice? Icy difference (like giving someone the cold shoulder?), hate, apathy?
It could be the end of relationships. How too much passion, anger, emotion can at times sabotage a relationship. Similarly, apathy, indifference, lack of efforts can be equally responsible for destroying it.
What do you think? Drop a Comment!
PS- Game of thrones fans, what do you think, is this related to A song of fire and ice?
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The city of dreams


Amidst the unending noises and the silent but screaming voices, I desperately search for my own.

Such are my musings on a regular busy day in the city. Running around busy streets bustling with people, to catch an overcrowded train or bus, only to quarrel with someone over a seat given the long hours of the journey, followed by dodging traffic to reach your destination – just a glimpse into the busy life of the city I live in.

A normal day on a local train station in Mumbai

A normal day on the streets of Mumbai

Which is why it can become quite stressful to keep up with the fast pace in this city that never sleeps, the city that is always on the move.

However, it has some great aspects too. For instance, the biggest tourist attraction of all – Marine Drive, where everyday and night, hundreds of people can be seen enjoying the breathtaking beauty of the sea and the skyline of the city.


Marine Drive

Another beautiful spot is the Sanjay Gandhi National Park, one of the most visited parks of the world and  one of the largest parks located within metropolis limit. Home to a wide variety of flora and fauna it is absolutely mesmerizing in the rainy season.


Sanjay Gandhi National Park

Not to forget the stunning Gateway of India


Gateway of India

Mumbai, they say is a city where dreams come true. A city that bounces back from whatever you throw at it, a city where people might not know their neighbors name but that won’t stop them from helping someone in need.

I am no expert on travel blogs, but something about Mumbai is just magical that made me want to write this post.

Here’s a small poem I wrote some years back about this city of wonders –

The city of Dreams

Amid the hustle and bustle

People shuffle and struggle

To find their voice,

Some here by chance, some by choice.

Not a second to spare,

No one is there to care.

Trains rushing, words gushing

So much of noise

But voices remain unheard.

Hotels,buildings and bungalows

Yet why on the street are those poor fellows?

Cars, cabs, buses and trains,

Fail to cover the distance between people,

Sadly all in vain.

A city known for its rains,

What about the hidden pain?

Whatever you see, is not the truth

If you look closely, the secret unearths.

Behind all the outer glory,

Each face hides a story.

Grief, pain, misery and sorrow,

Each hoping for a better tomorrow.

Every lane has seen the darkness,

Crime, murder and theft

They still move on, salvaging humanity,

whatever of it is left.

In a life this fast,

Love is thing of the past.

The city never sleeps

Yet in every lane a wounded soul weeps.

The city of dreams,

Yet full of nightmares

Thousands of broken hearts,

Loss beyond repair.

Luck bestowed on some,

For others the moment never comes.

From the dirt to the skies,

Whatever happens

The city’s spirit never dies.



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Ups and Downs



Nitro, Imagica, India.


For this week’s photo challenge on ‘Curve’ I chose this picture of Nitro, one of the scariest roller coasters I’ve ever seen. It is one of the biggest attractions of the amusement park Adlab’s Imagica, India. ¬†This picture is only a partial shot.

What makes it scary is that has no floor on its trains. It has five inversions. To be honest, it feels like death,especially for someone who isn’t a big fan of roller coasters. But a total thrill for people who do.

PS – Just like life isn’t it? Full of twists and turns, and when you think you’ve faced the worst, the ride surprises you again. When you feel like you can’t take it anymore, you don’t just get off the ride, you can’t. You face the fear and hold on tightly. Even if it feels like it’s taking forever to end, it will, just like bad times.

Published in a leading newspaper!

Absolutely ecstatic that an article written by me titled “Do people what
they feel? Are we really listening? ” has been published in a leading newspaper in India called Hindustan Times. The name of the column is inner voice. 

The feeling of being published yet again is the best. Ironically I am inarticulate today!
Do let me know what you think of the article. Comments are welcome ‚ėļ


Idea of Love

Often we fall in love with the person we imagine someone can be, a possibility. 
In a way we fall in love with our imagination of someone. The character we want them to be. More considerate, more outgoing, more expressive maybe. We fall in love with the perfect story we want for ourselves.
Sadly, people aren’t designed to play a part in your story. Often,  the people that come into your life shape your story, they make it unique, different from everybody else’s.
Other wise we’d all be stuck with Prince Charmings and Perfect Princesses.
Wouldn’t that be a tad boring?
I mean not every girl is a damsel in distress. Not everyone wants to be saved by someone.
Sometimes, people just want someone to stand by their side in the journey of self discovery.
Not everyone sings and dances with birds and animals (as often princesses are portrayed to be). Nor does everyone have a sweet loving nature.
People are imperfect, that’s what makes them special.
People are filled with passion, a little madness, a little extra temper sometimes. They can be a little naive, a little persnickety, a little cold at times.
But if we were all perfect, we’d be easily replaceable. 
So if you can’t accept someone for who they are but want them to change because you see a world of possibilities with a changed version of them, I don’t think that is love.
Love is when you’ve seen what they can be, the good and the ugly, what they can and cannot give you and you still look at them the same way.
Love is when you know their flaws but you know how to handle them. Love when you miss those little things that annoy you at times. Love is when you know no one else can make you feel the way they do.
Love is when you can be anywhere but you’d rather be with them.

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World Poetry Day!

Hello there reader!

I think it is a sort of mandate that I write a post on the occasion of World Poetry Day (21st March,2016) as decalred by UNESCO.

Firstly, let me take this opportunity to just say a big thanks to all the poets out there ¬†for putting their beautiful, chaotic, dark, real, grumpy, melancholy thoughts into the magic that is poetry. For exposing their deepest thoughts, ones they wouldn’t say outloud. The world would be lost without you. Seriously. Want to know why?

Well in my opinion if you manage to save just one person today, if you manage to make one person go – “Hey, I didn’t know someone else had similar thoughts!” or “So glad to know that I am not the only one who feels this way!” you are in a way helping the lost ones, one person at a time.

There might be days when you might wonder if anyone is even reading these ramblings that go inside your head (I do too! Err, I hope Someone is reading this). There might be moments when you feel too hurt to write, because writing about it, only hurts more on some days. It makes you feel that emotion you have been dodging, feel deeply.  But write anyways, I know I do.


I think that’s what poetry is to a poet.

Because, somewhere someone might be awake at 2am in the night, scrolling, surfing, searching for something that helps, something that will make them feel anything, or something that they feel but cannot articulate. And when they stumble across your random musings or carefully crafted verses, they might just find what they were looking for. The feeling that they couldn’t describe is suddenly manifested, articulated and their emotions dissected (in a good way) and YOU are the reason why.

Also, write because the world doesn’t make sense without it. How else do you cope with this world? Write because it hruts, write because it doesn’t anymore. Write because the world will change a bit with every word your pen spills.

I have read this quote in a children’s book called The little prince by Antoine de Saint- Exupery¬† and it has stuck with me since.

‚ÄúAnd now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.‚ÄĚ


And I feel that poetry is language that the heart speaks. The language that manages to transport you into a world where words are magic. They can soothe your soul, calm your nerves or break your heart into pieces and still leave you wanting more.

Now there might be people out there like me, who dont know the first thing about what an  iambic pentameter is, but still manage to touch hearts.

Poetry is anything that speaks to the heart and flows from the heart. Here’s wishing every poet and reader a Happy World Poetry Day!

I’ll end with a quote that I happened to read today,

‚ÄúThe poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, from Earth to heaven; and as imagination bodies forth the forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen turns them to shape, and gives to airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.‚ÄĚ


PS – Your poet friends might not make sense at times, their mind being the beautiful chaotic mess it is, but hang on to them. They may feel a little too deeply at times, the vehmence of their emotions may scare you but remember, its a part of who they are. It is what makes them such a wonderful friend, they feel a little too much. ( But hey, who defines too much after all?)