“What we really need at this time, at this instant is an artist”, David said in a distinctly serious manner. Jennifer became puzzled at this statement. It had been a lovely dinner. A long winding affair that felt questionably short. The night was crisp but not cold. The starts shimmered like extras, only in the[…]
It is always the same. The sequence of the tumultuous thoughts that appear a week before you step into that Airbus 300 headed east. Over the Atlantic and Indian oceans, back to the only place you can call home, without the air quotes. You begin with dusting those large suitcases that only serve the call[…]
The magnitude of this inertia is plenty worrying. But what really rattles your chain is how it sneaked up to be so large. The simple tasks pose as ordeals. A jacket lies astray on the living couch. It needs to be airlifted and put to its rightful place, on a coat hanger, inside the coat[…]
These can’t be love stories. A boy meets girl. That same boy likes the girl. The girl likes the boy; for a bit. He likes her back, only for a bit longer. These are stories of promising starts. A story like this will usually include something about endless night-time walks in narrow forgotten streets. Somewhere[…]
As much as I wanted to continue staring at jarring peaks and glacial cavities, eventually we had to head south. From Glacier National Park in Montana to Zion National Park in Utah, it would be a monumental drive. We decided for the sake of sanity to split the drive into two parts. The first day[…]
An evening at Glacier National Park Back in grade school, sketching and painting scenery was reduced to a proven formula. There were certain elements that needed to be captured. Roughly divide the piece of paper in three parts. Draw cascading mountains by drawing inclined parallel lines intersecting the ones drawn in the other direction. Include[…]
0 to 5 National Parks in 16 days! Clearly, the bears generally left me alone and I have returned from an adventure out in the wild-west un-eaten. I had an absolutely amazing experience. In fact, it was so unique that I almost decided not to write anything about it. My amateur writing capabilities would never[…]
Dushyant is going west. Because it is peaceful there, in the open air, and the skies are blue. And because watching the cool animated video of Pet Shop Boys back in the 11th grade left a lasting impression of a song much forgotten. Without a computer and a continuous high-speed internet connection, he will be[…]
Charting the road ahead One can dismiss it as bookish but in the end it is essentially a numbers game. I have now completed 6 years in the United States of America. I wonder what the transition point was but at a certain anniversary, counting up my years in the States was more disappointing than[…]
It is a sign of the Gods. Or rather, it is God coming back himself. It is no surprise that despair hit when Michael Schumacher left. I was clueless, helpless and confused. My direction in life was wavering at best. Eventually, it was the engineering brilliance of Formula 1 and my dislike for Hamilton kept[…]