Zapped in Bangalore Part-II

Traffic Light Tree

Originally uploaded by Simon-K

Ruminating about the poor information available for a new-comer to a city like Bangalore. Managed to pull myself for a couple of weeks before a as yet surmountable problem becomes more problematic.
Traffic. There is no other word which brings more [...]

Days back

Lotsa years back I had been to Jammu & Kashmir.
Oh,…let me start with the reason why I am writing this blog. Read a post by Kalyan about Kashmir. Reminded me of the sights and sounds that I recollected during those few minutes. It was very interesting because I have not done this as far as [...]

Feel like a human being

Travelling down outer ring road. Saw an accident victim in the first few minutes post-accident. He was right below the rear end of a lorry. His bike was badly smashed in the front and so was he. He was bleeding from the nose and his ear. Not very good signs. Parked my bike by the [...]

black is not empty

Twilight zone and breeze in the air. Breeze gains strength to rustle the leaves. Steady hum in the air. The heat recedes from the clutches of the day which is dying by the minute. Life lays still for a brief whistle from the trees.
Leaves are touched by threads, woven in knots by distant thoughts. Form [...]

Zapped in Bangalore!

We have dime a dozen portals for information about Bangalore. But something which catches my attention about all these sites is the generic nature of information and the lack of any specificity. They create more clutter than actually helping out any particular search for information. They seem to suffer from the same problem as [...]

IIM 2004 – 2006

IIM 2004 – 2006

Originally uploaded by crazyfoetus

The best photo ever and summing up everything that those two years had given me.
Fk!

Wayward!

sensuality

Originally uploaded by Globuskz

Travelling along crooked lines,…
Scrawling with lead,
Turning as the scent gets stronger,
Rages in two different directions,
Or is it two?
f’ingers twisted by heat,
Reaching for the five,
I stand at the door,
I am wayward within and without.

Baby, what time is it?

Am back to my groove. Working at few minutes past two in the wee hours of the day.
My mother tells me that this habit started when I was really young. I was a playful kid and my father was studying for one of his continuing education courses (as he is still today, though for some [...]