The Modern Man

Rising up from a sleepy earth Jammed with worries that flood the banks: this and that and many more. The gray strands getting grayer by the day, At the crossing of thirty and five Stands the child that metamorphosed over the years. Plunging into the rat race, the social milieu, the office grind, climbing up … More The Modern Man

On Being the Rodent

I have never considered myself intelligent, but it surprises me how sometimes the magnitude of my foolishness is greater than what I imagine it to be. One such act is watching a movie or a show which I find annoying right from the start, yet continuing with it. It’s only after three fourths of it … More On Being the Rodent

Another Year

A silent winter morning, The fag end of the year The aroma of freshly brewed coffee And my thoughts. I gather them. Yet another year awaits; I see the light in the distant horizon, The beginning of a new dawn. Hopes, promises, do I have them? Or do I still pine for something from the … More Another Year


A year ago, a stranger at the crossroadsĀ motivated me to write a piece. There was nothing extraordinary about this individual; he was just one of many pedestrians that I saw at the four-way intersection on the way to the gym. But the fact that he was seen every evening at the same spot around the … More Colorful