This blog is a work-in-progress after a horrific accident (totally self-inflicted) wiped it out!

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Thoughts and Actions

Me, trying to wrap my senses around Lacrimosa, before choir practice. Man, sprinting down the stairs, and then towards my compartment. Man: Hayooda ? Hayooda? Hayooda? Me :Nahin, nahin! Bombardier! Man, skids to a halt just outside the door. Doors close. The train shimmies out of Rajiv Chowk. I turn around to find a hundred faces asking me the…

Dude, where’s my horse?!

I grappled with the meaning and usage of a number of words when I moved to NOIDA in 2009. For example, pancher, pincher, and paincher – all mean puncture. Go figure! But something very peculiar happened one chilly November evening. I was doing the dishes when someone started pounding away at my door. I opened…

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