I first spotted them on my way to Darling Harbour. Bullets. Four of them, seven metres high, imposing in absolute rigidity. Full metal jackets. A sculpture that didn\’t toy around with ambiguity; it was clear what the bullets implied. They exuded a plaintive sentience which, while inescapable, was only a part of the full message.Continue reading “Sleepless In Sydney”
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A Tale Of Two Songs & Two Broken Hearts
In a little black cab ride two passengers. Two lovers. It\’s one of those quiet Sundays where the ominous overcast clouds resign denizens to the comforts of their homes. As this little black cab trundles along, so must we as this is where our story lies. Within, the radio emanates the voice of a certainContinue reading “A Tale Of Two Songs & Two Broken Hearts”
The Bizarre Contradictions of Thailand
A young Buddhist monk, an oblivious Moken child and the inescapable Eye of the King. Within these three, I was presented a Thailand of bizarre contradictions. * * * In the heart of Bangkok, you will find Wat Pho, the Temple of the Reclining Buddha. Sprawling nearly fifty metres in length, the figure that restsContinue reading “The Bizarre Contradictions of Thailand”
A Magic Trick In Cambridge, UK
Are you watching closely? It is a misty Sunday morning in the year 2014, but as with all affairs pertaining to Cambridge – does it really matter? At the fringes of Market Hill, a street magician is summoning the middling early morning crowd. The air is rife with summons interspersed with limericks, quips and someContinue reading “A Magic Trick In Cambridge, UK”
A City\’s Soul In Deira, Dubai
\”If you can\’t find it in Deira, you will never find it.\” So impregnable was the belief of the merchants of Deira, at the booming hub of trade in the Gulf that dissecting its legitimacy would have been deemed purely absurd, if not sacrilegious. Even today, in 2018, it is nearly impossible to not findContinue reading “A City\’s Soul In Deira, Dubai”
Sandpaper Gate 2018: Playing Cricket The Contemptible Australian Way
These are the kind of events that stick with people. Not Steve Smith\’s purported Bradman-esque Ashes season, not David Warner\’s scintillating knocks, not Nathan Lyon\’s deceptive flights and dips. These are the kind of events that will stick with these people and their legacies, interminably label them, and parasitically besmirch the highlights of their careers.Continue reading “Sandpaper Gate 2018: Playing Cricket The Contemptible Australian Way”
Agra: A Teardrop On The Cheek Of Time
A leisurely stroll in Agra would show you blatant abandon, national ostracism and general indifference. Dilapidated kothis (villas), pothole-ridden, cow-dung infested streets, a conspicuous absence of any sort of infrastructure and an unquestionable maxim that cows and pigs have priority on roads and trivial entities like cars and pedestrians must adjust around them. Even if youContinue reading “Agra: A Teardrop On The Cheek Of Time”
Why I Feel Virat Kohli, And Not Sachin Tendulkar, Is Indian Cricket\’s Biggest Inspiration
Sachin Tendulkar never inspired me. When I started getting into cricket at the age of 9, Sachin was already a nationwide phenomenon. Cricket fans at the turn of the century were witness to the birth of a contagious, ill-fated cult of personality. Sachin had become omnipresent in Indian pop culture. He could make a nationContinue reading “Why I Feel Virat Kohli, And Not Sachin Tendulkar, Is Indian Cricket\’s Biggest Inspiration”
In The Alleys And Valleys Of East India
To describe India, to attempt to describe India, to attempt to describe a region of India would in itself be a self-imposed imminent felony. Irrespective of your prowess in expression (of which I remain woefully amateur) the magic is such that words can try but would inevitably fall ridiculously short of expressing the essence ofContinue reading “In The Alleys And Valleys Of East India”
Adding Some Sadness To The Life Of Shyam Prasad
Right now, as he walked off into the sunset (or so to speak) from his latest job, he could conclude that his current circumstance could be equated to that of a hapless, thrashing fish out of water. This fascinating analogy, irrefutably and rather unfortunately, hit a small snag on further reflection: a fish out ofContinue reading “Adding Some Sadness To The Life Of Shyam Prasad”
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