The path winds, golden rays, a hint of green, Are you really seeing it? "Nope. I'm into a portable screen." Clicking pictures, freezing moment in time, That's right, they can speak a thousand words. They scream,"We are all doing just fine." Red, orange, happy and loud, Congrats! A handcrafted persona. "Yay! I'm not just a… Continue reading WPC- Another face in the crowd
So how outrageous do you have to be to stand out, grab eyeballs, jab the curiosity button, halt someone in their scrolling tracks? How about zombies, flamethrower and ELON MUSK the tweeter! Deadly combination, right? Ok, here is the actual tweet from his verified account that left me flustered. Well, he has a factory for… Continue reading A tweet that raised the Boring Company stakes
My blog turned two early this year and I missed the notification completely, my head was in the clouds. My strategy, from telling myself that I'd publish every fortnight to publishing multiple times a month (wasn't going to argue with the muses whenever they decided to make their presence felt), I finally settled for at… Continue reading Turning Two and Forty Two
Keep your face to the sunshine, the shadows cannot hurt you. Be the dragon. Recognise your power. Awake, arise, ascend! https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/ascend-cmhr/
Robber's Cave, locals call it 'Guchhupani', totally lived up to the drama its name conjured up. The old timers spun tales of deep underground caverns and tunnels that crisscrossed the city, many were used by the robbers of yore as shortcuts, escape routes and hideaways to stash away their loot. Folks still insist that much… Continue reading Robber’s Cave Transformed!
Winter has set yet the air is hot and dirty. Delhi was in the news for its smog conditions; the media, the memes, the wats app forwards had so much material to tap and I living 300 kilometres away developed a nagging cough. I'm unsure whether to blame the changing season or the quality of… Continue reading Clearing a queen size smog
"Rajpur is a charming hamlet by day but a ghostly one at night. Why on earth do you want to go to a nature festival organised there? Its hairpin turns and narrow lanes are mind boggling to navigate in the dark." Well, that meant I had to egg my family harder to join me in… Continue reading A peek into a Nature festival in the hills
Ok! I need to say this - I'm utterly obsessed with the two cello wielding musicians from Croatia called 2Cellos. I mean that's the only explanation for actually standing close to an hour, headphones wrapped around my ears, scrolling down their videos, watching each till the very end, without fidgeting or fast forwarding at all.… Continue reading Five times when 2Cellos left one fan thunderstruck.
Jagat= world, Gram=village. All the Indiana Jones and Lara Crofts were in a tizzy. From Kalsi, home to the Ashokan edict, we were driving to the site of the Ashwamedha Yagya, that’s an ancient practice of horse sacrifice conducted by a king who wished to flex his muscles without declaring a war on his neighbors. Nobody… Continue reading Treasure hunt in Jagatgram.
It is speedier than Speedy Gonzales, more wily than the Wile E Coyote. It waits and watches in plain sight, Ninja like invisible to the eye. In a flash it seizes its chance and swoops from the skies. It clasps it in its deceptively small beak and flies away with the prize. The target is… Continue reading Waiting to crow on the golf course