Author: asifcawn

  • Day 16: Water water everywhere…

    Photo kheench lo jitni chahiye sir. Lekin please yahan par namaz nahi padhiye. That was the sudden change in tone from friendly to pleading, as the security guard saw me bring out my prayer rug ready to be spread out for performing Maghreb. I couldn’t help but give out a smile. Not at the security…

  • Day 14: In-dependent Ol’ Delhi

    Independence Day it was. And the trip was to the quarters of the Old Walled City which falls under the shadow of that marvel in red sandstone where Prime Ministers stand atop a pedestal and address the nation that day. With whatever is going around right now which has been occupying mass attention, and the…

  • Day 12: Tailing the Dead

    The company of the dead tends to give out a lot of lessons.You just need to spend some time in their company, and the lessons start coming to you on their own. Such was the case this Saturday when it was decided between @Polgrim and me to spend our evening at the Lodi Gardens and…

  • Day 11: Who’s up for playing high stakes?

    Fridays. That day of the week which everyone starts looking forward to even before it is over, and keeps looking forward to the till next Friday hits them, and before they know, it’s gone too. In my newly ‘evolved’ post corporate junkie avatar, admittedly, I’ve forgotten that feeling. I can make every day a Friday…

  • Day 10: Wide open windows aren’t always good for the nose

    Lanes of South Delhi. And so many of them acting as windows to the grandeur they contained within themselves at different points in time. Window. Khirki. A quaint village tucked within South Delhi, Khirki has in recent times, owing to its proximity of location, also emerged as a resident neighborhood of choice for a lot…

  • Day 9: The case of the shoe smart

    Poor guy. Someone took his shoes. Standing outside a mosque once prayers are over, one can witness a breadth of expressions – the old chacha with the bent back and the tasbeeh (prayer beads), the young and restless who are in a hurry to get out as soon as Assalamalaikum-Wa-Rahmatullah is uttered at the end…

  • Day 8: The matter of a grainful of matter

    There used to be a time, when for certain reasons, I used to take the route between Hauz Khas and South Extension quite often. Since that was a time when the South Delhi leg of the Metro was being constructed, the entire stretch from AIIMS to IIT used to be completely choc-a-block with the sounds…

  • Day 7: I left a mosque

    Well yes. Not exactly, but yes, in a way I was thrown out of a mosque today. If you’re wondering why you don’t see any pictures on this post, that was in fact the reason why I found myself in a situation which turned unsavory enough. For a really long time, I think it’s been…

  • Day 6: Of Food, Cannons, Red Sandstone and Mars

    Another evening, another exit from a mosque. And another pat on the shoulder. Rather an arm around the shoulder. I was too busy looking at the image preview on my camera, so I didn’t pay much attention thinking it was one of the friends who was following me down the stairs out of the mosque….

  • Day 5: It isn’t just brick and mortar which crumble

    Anybody moving around South Delhi would at some point cross that flyover plus major junction known as Chirag Dilli, situated on one of the arterial roads which cut across Delhi. The name always gave out that the place had some historical significance – I could never find the time to know more about it. Till…