•December 11, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Hooked, originally uploaded by The Wandering Hermit.

For stoic looks and an appetite for a barbed hook

Bonfires of My Vanity

•December 16, 2010 • 2 Comments

The North Wind which had built up steadily had suddenly dropped dead.

The Winter Rains had ceased, leaving a pall of ground mist that made winter bonfires of her departing car’s headlights..

Try to be different she had said before driving off in a huff !!

How could I be different from what I had made myself: a directionless Indian middle class idealist, a permanent dissident to the powers that be, probably an anarchist.

A dabbler, a dreamer, a perpetual cynic, a habitual rejector, a ruthless, shiftless, philandering wasted, semi – creative fellow.

Too clever not to demolish an argument, too mulish to settle for a flawed one…


•November 12, 2010 • 1 Comment

He was thinking about his abrupt phone conversation with her earlier in the day..

Sometimes his gushes of communication were like phone calls cut off by some inner censorship before they would be completed…

He lifted his head and listened.. A car engine..

This late in the night they come up on you like bad memories, but unlike a bad memory this one passed…

He lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke in angry kisses and poured himself a large one, which was what he had wanted all along….

Absinthe Nights - The Devil In the Bottle

Shift to WordPress

•September 28, 2010 • 2 Comments
Why do we have to shift to WordPress.
I thought Spaces was doing great  (inspite of not blogging for a while).
I loved it here.
This was my first blog ever and I hate shifting it to WordPress.
Sucks big time….Sad smile

Talking about YouTube – Coke Commercial 2009 – Library

•July 5, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Thoughts In Time

•June 16, 2009 • 2 Comments
Been ages since I blogged here.
It’s not that I’ve nothing to say…
There is so much to say, so much in my head,

So much that will remain unsaid;
Oh those wasted years, all that wasted time
I think of Rilke going for years without writing a word,
and then producing in a matter of weeks,
in a castle besieged by the sea "The Duino Elegies".
Even silence is preparation .

<Contemplating Solitude...DIV>

Distant Ships Smoke on the Horizon.

•January 30, 2009 • 5 Comments

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,

Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness.

So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another.

Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
– – – -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tales of a Wayside Inn. Part iii. The Theologian’s Tale: Elizabeth. iv

Distant Ships On The Horizon

And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
 To sail o’er silent seas again.
~ Thomas Moore: Meeting of the Ships.


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