Secret

Throw light through two slits. You see a light, a shade, a light-shade. Supra-moral. Like the one-eyed see straight at problems, else the problems would bowl over, boiling me. I had my bad bits and grins. I cuddled a bundle of them. Yet, spilled them, got caught, snubbed, shot to naught. My face-value done to splits. I am glad you know, now, my secrets for the summer: just cover up your nude bits, in case you don't want the world to be busy like a bee.

I am glad to be home. Home, my sweet home, my dear home, my only home.

See ya soon.

Back to business!

After a recent bout of severe sickness, I am glad to be back alive. Thank you for all the wishes. You motivate me to write.

New Amazon Short up!

Good day everyone!! My latest Amazon Short, "Of Gods and Demons believe in Them or Do Not Believe in Them" is now up on the site and available for download. Happy reading.

Happy New Year 2008

Nayi saal. Nayi ummeed. Nayi umang.

Wish you a happy, fruitful, and safe New Year 2008.

Cheesecake Factory

The cheese is mine, at the place I die eating, eating, and salivating over my next birth... always eating. That's the place I become 'The One" with my soul. Every week, I look forward to that day. Peace. Namaste.

The Wall Behind Us

It is a known fact that many of us crave for a sense of security and confidence behind our daily postures. We have rather accepted this as an ‘invisible wall’ of confidence. The more we think about it, the more active we become and bolder in our moves.

For some of us, this wall is like a mentor into which we always seek refuge. Some of these are ‘physical walls’ or rather people. For some of us, the recourse to a higher being, like God, forms a sense of belief. These are ‘spiritual’ walls. Our Gods, prayers like shlokas, idols, and other physical items, provide us a belief we implant in us.

Happy Dussehra

The search was on. I searched everywhere. Where I should search for my glasses now? The ‘little brother’ was left somewhere some five minutes earlier.

My glasses are the ‘master’ of my self. I’ve got real prop from my ‘master’ to focus on the world as it presents itself - hard of good sight as I am.

If I sit on the glasses, or trip on them, they might get crushed making me blind.

I search around. A cleaning liquid bottle waits on the shelf. A neat, wet, velvety cloth, waits to be dried.

I grope everywhere, under the table, over the table, and on the bed. And lo, there lies my glasses, with its sighs, waiting for me, in a corner of the bed.

The day, finally, appears in its size, bright and proven.

It’s Dussehra time, folks! Yeah! Happy Dussehra!