Bus 119

I was at Infy, Mysore in 2007. Just as the clock struck 5, hoards of happy Infoscions escaped the cubicles, via Food court 1 and boarded bus #119 on their way to freedom. 

This was the year Puneet Raj Kumar's "Ninninndale" was being played everywhere. I heard this song so many times on the bus, I actually began to like it. Even today, this song brings back to mind those days of travelling from Hebbal to Myna auntie's house via Bharat Cancer, Vijaynagar, Surya bakery, Fab mall...

Mahishasuramardini

The trouble with watching an awesome dance performance live is that one begins to feel very left out and ostracized by the end of it. I know!! Petty me! But to watch breathtaking choreography without being a part of it in anyway is my idea of a desperate personal hell.

And sometimes desperation is another name for inspiration. Hoohaahaaaaa...

Hide and seek

One by one they all fly away...

Stumbled upon an old album from my undergrad days when we were all together, in pursuit of specimenhood...

Sigh!

Seven miles per hour; and this was in my head?!!! So it was!! Big deal!!! The film has Richard Gere. There is a uniform involved. It's complicated. Don't judge me.

विचारों की vacancy

एक किस्म की कायरता बुन ली है तुमने,
अपने विचारों में,
अपनी धारणाओं में।
स्वीकृति के भूखे इन विचारों में,
नया सा कुछ भी नहीं।
न यह क्रांति ला सकते हैं,
न समय पर अपना चिन्ह ही छोड़ सकते हैं।
ये सिर्फ चाय की टपरी पर बैठकर,
चर्चा-परिचर्चा कर सकते हैं,
सबसे सहमत हो सकते हैं,
बहती हवा के रुख में बह सकते हैं।
लेकिन अगर कोई सच्चा संकल्प लेना हो,
या किसी जज़्बे का भार उठाना हो,
तो इनके पांव कांपने लगते हैं।