I escaped last week from the questions that the city life was posing before me. I escaped from the people that were coming too close for comfort and I escaped away, far enough to think about what was keeping me…
Author: Shakti
Don’t gimme red!
Ok so it’s the time of the year where TV, radio, newspapers and magazines start harping about love. All the shops are coloured pink and red with merchandise and all the couples around you start planning dinners, gifts and what…
Short on Money? head to Mani’s
If you’re running out of pocket money but need a good fill of food, don’t think twice before parking yourself into this modest eatery at Matunga. Mani’s lunch home has dished out crispy vadas and soft idlis to many college…
Taare Zameen Par
Everyone’s going on and on about the brilliant film that’s TZP, and finally I saw it. Not once, twice. The first time I was consumed by the story and performance. The second time, the story continued to amuse me, but…
… where are we heading?
I have missed pondering on my keyboard for quite sometime now and it feels good to be back on track with it. I haven’t uploaded my blog for a long time, and I apologize. I just started working as a…
The Shadow
These days the shadow that thrives on my happiness has gotten darker. It has gotten darker to the extent of being indestructible by the feeble lights I flash on it. The shadow only gets darker each day. The shadow eats…
…Starfish
While walking down a clean beach early one morning, I came across an almost dead starfish. It was stuck in the sand, stagnated. There was an urge to pick the fish up and take him home, and match it with…
Writer’s dream
I want to write Breaking free from the chains That bind me down To me I want to float away Far from the reach Of these constellations Into a land of my mind I want to break open, This cage…
Writing
In my cave Deep beneath the ground I wait for inspiration to strike Amongst the muffled sounds… Sounds of thumping feet, Sounds of muffled speech, Sounds of dying music And of the music that has died Life reaches me Seeping…
Plain Jane
I don’t have the long pretty hair, For you to lose yourself in. And my cheeks aren’t that fair, That your touch would make them pink. I don’t have those deep blue eyes, In which you might want to drown.…