The one thing that is common between my sister, my cousins and me is that we all joined school a year earlier than most children. In India (atleast in the mid 80s) children joined school when they were three years old, so frankly I have no idea why my parents decided to usher me into my initial schooling when I was two. Oddly that one decision ( Read more... )

I dont know of a better way to start talking about the last twenty five years of my life, than to talk about the one thing that has been with me for almost every single moment of that time ( Read more... )

I have always wanted to write my autobiography. It doesn't matter if it ever got published or if anyone other than me ever read it... What matters to me is to write it, to do that journey back in my mind to places I had been, scenes I had seen, people I had met and happiness I had shared ( Read more... )

When I finished writing The Sculptor's Statue about a year and a half ago, i could not have guessed the impact it would have on me. The circumstances that led me to write that short story are still very much private, but I truly consider that my finest and most honest writing experience.

A few of my friends have read that story but no one ( Read more... )

The flakes of snow was all over his face, concentrated on his facial hair. He stopped for a moment to wipe a layer of ice off his forehead and stared at the fog of ice at the distance. His face was the only part of his body exposed to the numbing cold... he had once told a porter "Pain is important my boy... Its the most true feeling of being ( Read more... )

So there I was, looking for a movie that my friend Ramya had suggested me to pick up and watch. Oblivious to me things were happening around me... I was at my friends vcd shop and since I was searching for an older movie my head was dug deep in the scores of old movie cds.

I kept searching cd by cd when I heard it. (Read On...)