Shell we take a dive? Shore!

I tried writing a poem about it, but then, poetry requires talent, and vocabulary. Alas! what do I have but my poor words. While reading “A Short History of Nearly Everything” (which, by the way, is in my list of must-reads), I came upon an excerpt which loosely mentioned whales. Now, any average bibliophile would vouch for the fact that sometimes you get so absorbed by the book that you are transported to a different realm altogether (did somebody say “cliché?”), elevated in thoughts and visions, effected by the written word. And Bill Bryson makes you feel very insignificant when he puts you and the universe to scale, and then adds the “possibility of life elsewhere” to the mix. Insignificant and enlightened.

In my this state of  suspension I was struck by a thought. What if we weren’t human at all? What if we were the largest thing alive. What if we were whales?

Now close your eyes for a minute and remember those swimming sessions. Let your mind be swarmed by water as you see yourself diving in and out of the pool. BUT THERE IS NO POOL! Because, sir, your humongous body can not fit in a pool. Your highness is only fit for an ocean! 

How would it have been?

I would have liked the freedom, although for a little while. No stupid money to earn, eat all you want brunches for free all your life, parents only expecting you to grow bigger and fatter (If my parents wanted that from me, they had already be the happiest parents in the world!). We are expected to be the masters of our own fate, but are we?

Bogged down by numerous obligations, we seldom live a life we want to. What an irony, we could have had more freedom as creatures lower than us in mental stature (no offence to wildlife activists! I don’t mean it like that).

I know it’s a stupid thought and I am going to get laughed at, but do I care? I am happy to be the master of my own actions for one fleeting moment.


The 9/11 photo that was returned to the owner after 13 years

A Tale of Hope, a story about perseverance…

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Cover photo courtesy of the Prints and Photographs Division. Library of Congress, USA.

Days after the tragic events of 9/11 a photo was found in the streets. It came from an office on the 77th floor of the South Tower. 13 years later it was returned to the owner. This is an incredible story about the power of social media and how people from around the world can come together.

“I knew it was going viral. Every tech device we had in the house started going crazy beeping and dinging with alerts. It was wild,” says Elizabeth Stringer Keefe. Every year on September 11 she posted the photo, hoping someone somewhere would know who was in it.

In this interview she shares the story about how the photo was first found, the process of locating the owner, and how she cried when she finally did.

The photo of a happy wedding party, lost at Ground Zero on September 11, 2001, belonged to X. The photo of a happy wedding party, lost at…

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Invitation to “Stay Happy!”

I know I have given you people a lot, what with the awesome content I post which regularly gets featured in numerous “best content on the net” lists?. Not just that, the pictures I post of me cycling and shit?

So, this time I have come with a genuine request. I want you to sit back for a moment and think. 


Most of us spend our whole lives flogging day and night, looking for happiness. We hope that earning more money will make us content. But we fail to see the irony in seeking contentment by wanting more! 

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Little Tibet, Delhi

** For the busy bees, Scroll till you can scroll no more to find the Short version!** 

And for all others, I know you have nothing else to do, so read on 😀

My tryst with Tibetan Colony was made in 2012 when I had to take a friend, who was visiting Delhi, out for coffee. I have always been attracted to the unusual, so the likes of CCD don’t excite me. The friend had similar tastes. A deep and thoroughly time consuming search showed me a small, but tastefully done, cafe by the name Coffee Home, in an area which I had never explored before. So I decided to give it a shot, and Oh my! Am I glad I did?

Since then, I have introduced this place to a lot of people, and have got identical reactions, they love it too. The colony is alternatively known as New Aruna Nagar or Samyeling. It is a self-sustainng society wherein the economy is supported hugely by tourism, guesthouses and restaurants.

The place also has numerous curio shops which, the ladies in my friend circle tell me, have amazing collection and at a good price too.

If you are used to roaming around in Delhi markets, then spending time at this place is going to be a change for all your senses alike, sight, taste, olfactory and hearing. And this is largely because of the fact that it is more of a colony than a market, which means 1. there are no shopkeepers hawking their wares, but residents trying to earn a living, and 2. the number of visitors is largely outnumbered by the inhabitants. This results in a general feel that you aren’t in Delhi anymore, but somewhere in the North-East, which is a good thing because, honestly, how many of you have been to the North-East? Not even 17%

Now who doesn’t know about QD’s, Ricos and other such wonders? But what if I tell you that the place I am telling you about has cafes and restaurants that are at par with the best of GTB Nagar, to say the least, and even cost you less? Come on now, don’t hide your surprise. Continue reading

How to Develop Cerebral Abs

Long time! Don’t tell me you didn’t miss me.

After a bunch of useless boring posts, I thought it’s better to write something that interests and helps people, which alternatively means, gets me more visitors (Oh I just love visitors!). And my old posts had also started smelling foul from, well, being old.

So, recently I found myself at a loss. I had no idea what to read next (for girls reading this post, it’s the same feeling you get while choosing what to wear; or moms, what to cook next). So I, of course, employed Google with search terms like “Books that make you think”, “Books expand mind”, “Books get smart”, “Best brain simulating books” etc. And after getting through the lists and reading quiet a lot of the suggested books, I think I am in a position to set down one such list myself.

This list knows no genre boundaries, and unapologetically contains many classic cliched novels for the sole reason that they still rock. Also, this is a very personal list, so all biasness is intentional and not regretted.

Arranged in no particular order:

The Fountainhead, Ayn Rand. There are authors. And then there is Ayn Rand. No adjective can do justice with what I feel for her. Don’t let the reviews fool you, pick it up and decide for yourself.

Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand. Another great work by Ayn Rand. Disclaimer: Don’t read them in quick succession, or your friends might complain that you have changed.

The Lord of the FliesWilliam Golding. The book goes on to show the savages that we all have inside us, and how it comes out. The story tracks a group of young boys plane-wrecked on an uninhabited island and what follows. It gets a little (just a little) monotonous after a while but picks up soon enough.

Animal FarmGeorge Orwell. Chances are, if you are searching for books that make you ponder, you have already read it, but no such list is complete without a mention of Animal Farm. And if you haven’t, go start with this one! Also try 1984. Read full review here.

The God of Small ThingsArundhati Roy. Ohhhhhoooo, the god of books that will make you stop, and dive into your childhood and then come back, looking down upon yourself growing on the way back.

Jaya, Devdutt Pattanaik. I picked it up because I wanted to learn about Mahabharata, in the most intersting way possible, so that I don’t quit midway (Like I did with the original Bhagvad Geeta). Jaya was the answer. Read if you want to know about what happened before, during and after the age-defining war, in less than 400 pages

Who Moved My Cheese?, Spencer Johnson. Trouble moving on in life, come have some cheese. Continue reading