When I Was

Urvashi, my 9-year old niece who stays in Canada won some poetry contest... here is how it goes

'When I was'

When I was one, I ate a drum,
When I was two, I ate a shoe,
When I was three, I ate a bee,
When I was four, I ate a boar,
When I was five, I ate a fish alive,
When I was six, I ate some sticks,
When I was seven, I ate the number eleven,
When I was eight, I ate a gate,
When I was nine, I ate a dime,
When I was ten, I did it all over again!!

Yesterday, a colleague told me that I am one of the few uncomplicated people she's known. I can't say she doesn't know me. In the recent two years Ive grown older, with the newfound independence I have come to realize some harsh truths of life. I can't say Ive learnt enough, I never will. But the learning has certainly numbed me. I look back at my designs from Architecture school, I look back at some of the designs I created in B-school, many of the posts Ive written here and elsewhere now seem so alien that I wonder if i can ever do anything similar today. It's a realization that has taken its time to seep in, that I'm just another drop in the Ocean and that chiildhood dream of being someone was just that, wishful thinking. Yes, I have half of my life ahead of me (perhaps!), but I don't imagine it to be much different that the past. Just another brick in the wall, as was written.

Such is Life

There is actually a tailor's shop in Baroda (if I remember correctly) called 'C'Lai'...

Man mein laddoo phoot rahe hai

After years of being ridiculed as a member of the Bajrang Dal, a dear dear friend is now un-officially off the singles list. :)

Just in time, I'd say, buddy, just in time!!

What If?

You and I will never know the answer to the question... and that won't make any difference now.

it's a weird feeling to bump into an old school friend and find him working as a salesman at a departmental store which you used to frequent together years ago...