All the linked posts under this blog are an outcome of my observations about the things that often go unnoticed and the things that are often taken for granted.
His earliest memories of a Shehnai and its sound were from a mandap -- a platform raised temporarily for marriages and around which couples vow togetherness, their families surrounding them in all the directions, rejoicing in these avowals. He was 7 years old then and was seated on his mother's lap, deaf to what the... Continue Reading →
This story, amidst other things, centres on the hopelessness of the entire process of growing up, and all the disappointment it brings along. As a child, I had always wanted to rid myself of the ritual called examinations. I achieved it at a high price - my childhood.
This is sheer ranting and should be read as such. As much about the things I deem useful as about the things that yet don't make much sense to me. Perhaps writing about them will forge some perspective into me.
