Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

For those who want to watch it

http://www.naatak.com/currentevent.html
my latest acting venture !!

hmmm hmm how have you been ??
me – ok
and you ???
oh well if you really want to know ….
http://kon-tiki.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-long-time-2.html

I’ve been trigger happy for past 2 saturdays. A newly acquired DSLR has rekindled my love for photography. But if you ask me, the digital medium does take the element of skill & imagination out of equation. Earlier I had to trust my instincts & cross fingers when it came to estimating the exposure. The joy of discovering a perfectly exposed frame (albeit after an excruciating wait for the film to be developed by the lab) simply cannot be matched by the instant gratification offered by the live image review feature of DSLR. Anyways, do check out my digital exploits :

http://parikrama.blogspot.com/2009/04/evanescence.html (New)
http://parikrama.blogspot.com/2009/04/vigilante.html (New)
http://parikrama.blogspot.com/2009/04/solitude.html
http://parikrama.blogspot.com/2009/04/darkness.html
http://parikrama.blogspot.com/2009/03/mind-over-matter.html

Wish you all a very happy ugadi and gudi padwa…
I hope this new year brings better tidings

Somewhere across a flowing river, you will see the flickering lights of a place that was once home. You cannot go there anymore, you should not go there anymore. There is no one waiting for you because you left on the premise of a goodbye and you left with your face towards the future. Some journeys are defined only by their destination, yet others by the milestones - but a walk down memory lane is only defined by how long you stay there.

http://scarlettwrites.wordpress.com/2009/03/19/no-one-waiting-down-memor…

Friends,

I got the opportunity to recite at Monkey Town, New York with three prominent Urdu/Pakistani poets (Humaira Rehman, Altaf Tirmizi & Raes Warsi)

I wrote a poem for Holi and recited it there:
http://viveksharmaiitd.blogspot.com/2009/03/hindi-poem-mere-sang-aao-man…

Wishing you a very colorful Holi

Vivek

With Valentine’s day just around the corner, I thought it would be apt to share my new mantra for finding love in 2009.

For some seedhi-seedhi baat, hop over to my blog..

Sprite - Seedhi Baat - No Bakwaas

How long can you live a borrowed life?
How long till your past catches up with you?
When the past catches up, do you run, scream, hide?
Or do you to your life be true?

Did you always know it would come to an end?
Did you always know there are only so many rules you can bend?
Do you let the prospect of a better future lure you?
Or do you say to yourself, goodbye and goodnight my friend, adieu?

P.S.: I know rhyming poems arent really the in thing right now…in fact i have grown out of them myself. But this one was written in desperation!

Funny, I found time now to write. Rather I found interest. Funny, I got interest because I bored reading some old bloggers blogs I used to read religiously (Not from DSS. Who writes here anyway now-a-days ). Actually wanted to read Ano’s but her site just gives a message saying it will be back and has no link to old blogs too!

I can’t wait to read Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers even though I was underwhelmed by The Tipping Point. Despite all the hype around it, I was not convinced enough by his line of reasoning to be “tipped over”. I am particularly intrigued by his explanation of why Asian kids are usually better at math than American ones :

Did you see the sobbing reporters describe how the Taj of Mumbai burns?
How many will Asuras cause to die before O Vishnu as avataar returns?

The fanatic bullet hunts gazelles everywhere that nostalgia mourns.
Where are the machines crafted that choke our unfinished yearns?

Differences are astonished at the atrocities flowing in their name.
Can anyone explain it to these cubs, where this feud begins?

Words loaded into Kashalnikovs explode in believer’s brains.
What savage desires issue death sentences to their sons?

You fight your kith and kin, seeking separate land-holdings.

Friends/ Doston,

New Verse News has nominated my poem for the Pushcart Prize: http://newversenews.blogspot.com/2008/07/half-happy-with-india-turning-i…

(More about Pushcart Prize at http://www.pushcartprize.com/ )

I recently met with Ravi Kuchimanchi, founder of AID to interview him for KBCS - One World Report. Please find the audio clip below. I know it ends rather abruptly and the audio on my side is pretty distorted. Too bad, I was not involved in the editing…I’ve been tied up with some health related issues. Nonetheless, the story was broadcast today and you can listen to it here - you have to read the lead first though

Arpana
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Interview with Ravi Kuchimanchi founder of the Association for India’s Development (AID)

Blogathon jaari hain!!
http://chays.blogspot.com/2008/10/bliss.html
Happy Halloween folks….have fun!

How are things?
Things are awesome, so awesome, so many and moving at such a pace, that I see only the blur, and cannot comprehend what is going by.

What things?
Things are so many and moving at such a pace, that I see only the blur, and cannot comprehend what is going by.

How is it going?
Things are moving at such a pace, that I see only the blur, and cannot comprehend what is going by.

Whats up?
I see only the blur, and cannot comprehend what is going by.

Whats happening?
Told you already, but lets loop through it again:

Interior – Movie Theatre – Night

One by one the lights go off. The opening montage of a movie starts unfolding on screen . A female voice can be heard on the soundtrack. A typical modern day easy paced melody with techno beats.

Tum Se Mohabbat Kar Lu.. Ji Bhar Ke aye ye ye
Poori Hasrat Kar Lu.. Ji Bhar ke.. aye ye ye

For more checkout Mann-waa Ko Algolagnia Hui Gawaa

On a roll here…
http://chays.blogspot.com/2008/10/diwali-memories.html

Gosh am I spamming here….
Click over - http://chays.blogspot.com/2008/10/jars-of-memories.html

And wish you a very Happy Diwali!!

I remember….every bit of of insanity that roamed these now abandoned labyrinths…

click over - http://chays.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-remember.html

Dont click on read more, there is nothing more…

posting something after what seems like ages…
and its simple enough….
click your way over - http://chays.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-god-for-bumps-and-bolts.html

Ganguly dada did it again: produced another knock to remind his critics that he is and will ever be regarded has one of the greatest Indian batsmen ever. But the critics already have their I-pods on, (they are all but knocked out), their eyes are watching other kids and they are only irritated by this undying rubble raiser. The trouble with being an outspoken great in India is that people want to drown you in their own nonsense. In his hour of greatness too, he stands on a podium, waiting for an applause.