You and I

Posted on February 20, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

I love you. I have waited for you so long. Though I admit, I thought I would have been luckier in love. I want to be honest …. I really did not think I would fall for you. But certain circumstances made me see the light. I loved you the minute I depressed the clutch.[…]

Alt – F4

Posted on February 11, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

Soon you shall be shut down and returned to a $20 worth bag. So breathe my dear laptop! Breathe the last of Nashik air. I guarantee you will miss it, as you and I both return the world of character-less air. I know you want to remind me of the stop we take at Mumbai[…]

I think we need to talk…

Posted on February 10, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

I like this…this understanding of ours. (I am assuming we have one) I like the fact that my bare feet don’t have to be pricked by fallen stray sweet white sugar candy. Or that I have to sweat and tire myself under wrongly-designed and horribly-installed ceiling fans. May be, you do want me to do[…]

View from an Air Plane Window, As if.

Posted on February 9, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

I Return and I Repost. For those who read my earlier post, please bear the repetitions and look for the new additions. Also, sincere apolgies to those who are very geographical about boundaries. I meant no offense.For a much clearer picture of my feeble attempts at inducing creativity please click here!!

A Black Masterpiece

Posted on February 5, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

It’s amazing how images on a screen can evoke emotion. I never fancied myself as an iron bending macho but nor had I thought that I’d be the one dying to break into a cry over movies. Indeed, though some do movies leave me helpless and such is the case with Bhansali’s BLACK. The movie[…]

Solitary Nights and Sleeping Horses

Posted on February 4, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

Most of all it is her locks that miss. Before she straightens them out or after, they still manage to tangle me. Seldom are they appreciated enough. She doesn’t care. She also knows nothing about the two lines that form at the end of her lips at either side. Her mirror doesn’t reflect her correctly[…]

In the line of fire

Posted on January 26, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

And therefore never send, for anyone to know, for whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee…

GOAing places

Posted on January 15, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

A simple schedule always makes for a great holiday. Handful of my closest friends with the most twisted of histories since adolescent schooldays coupled with an accommodation a minute away from Baga beach and equally away from the market meant that I spent the weekend in the nicest manner I could. Getting up just in[…]

The first week

Posted on January 5, 2005August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

Familiar beautiful faces of friends and close ones and their antics! Indian smells, some desirable and the others unavoidable. A Michigan and a Detroit cap gone mostly un-noticed Lamb curry and fish fry with yellow lentil soiled rice. Pointless talks about people I don’t really care about. A wait for warm water but none for[…]

All things not black…

Posted on December 24, 2004August 5, 2015 by Dushyant Wadivkar

A december morning on which i got up to the softest and the fluffiest of snow. In the bleak wintery surroundings a blanket of snow is always refreshing.Merry Christmas to you all and very happy new year!