Bangalore traffic! You zig and zag, You create a drag. Sometimes You flow like river rushing downhill revving engines sub for melting snow, and there’s no dam to hold you in, not even the traffic light. At other times, you’re a machine with revolting parts, each with its own brain, each talking, no one listening, … Continue reading Ode to Bangalore Traffic
Tiny green bird who flew into my room fascinated by the fan, ran circles around it and took joyrides on it like it was a carousel. Tiny green bird who refused to leave, was it the rain or were the indoors too cosy? This is not your life, little bird. Fly out, live in the … Continue reading Tiny Green Bird
Bangalore traffic! You zig and zag, You create a drag. Sometimes You flow like river rushing downhill revving engines sub for melting snow, and there’s no dam to hold you in, not even the traffic light. At other times, you’re a machine with revolting parts, each with its own brain, each talking, no one listening, … Continue reading Ode to Bangalore Traffic
It’s eleven o’clock and the power cut has arrived for its second innings after the break it granted me for dinner. I had hung on through the first, moving candles and emergency lights till I found the optimum position for both so I could be seen on a Zoom call. This second innings … Continue reading A power cut across two innings
Between the sparse green of Indira Nagar and the fluff of clouds arranged as if they were to stand in a straight line, I see a metro coach slide out of the station in the distance. The coach is slow, not in the clunky grinding manner of a machine with disjointed movements, but with a … Continue reading Perspective
मेरे घर क आस पास कई गलियाँ खोदी गई हैं आंत खींचकर बाहर रख दी है मज़दूरों ने| रास्ते ऐसे सिकुड़ गए हैं जैसे गला दबा रहा है कोई इनका, प्रशासन ही है शायद| मिट्टी की ढेरों के बीच कभी कभी जब टैक्सी चलती है GPS भी कहता है, 'भाई, कितने चक्कर लगवाओगे आज? … Continue reading मेरे घर क आस पास कई गलियाँ खोदी गई हैं
I'm at the junction where Queens road meets MG Road meets Kasturba Road meets chaos and cacophony. Ten seconds till the lights go green, Enough time for candy floss sellers to wriggle between cars, and thrust their garish pink wares arranged radially on a towering wooden pole at passengers shielded by glass panes in AC … Continue reading Traffic lights, hawkers and cavities
So, Faking News published this piece I wrote after the incessant rain in Bangalore this week. http://my.fakingnews.firstpost.com/society/fishing-poised-replace-bengalurus-top-industry-22873 Any more heavy showers next week, and we might see water sports mushrooming in the city too.
Grains of thought 