It has been extremely heartwarming to see the kind of interest everybody has displayed in participating with their contributions to this blog. Ramadan is just a couple of days away, and I’m keenly looking forward to hearing from all of you. Like I had mentioned in a previous post, I’ll be trying to give some…
Last year, this blog had its humble beginnings. When I started sharing my experiences during Ramadan over here, I hadn’t really planned much. The posts were spontaneous and had a personal tone. There wasn’t any process of structuring the effort either. Maybe that was part of the reason for all of you loving it so…
It’s right around the corner. In fact, if you crane your neck enough, you just might catch a glimpse of it. Some of you might have already started having that anticipatory feeling which might make the excitement before an India-Pakistan cricket match feel like what goes on in your mind before a post lunch Friday…
“I’m thinking…I’ll get a cap made for myself too. I Am Me.” A sly naughty smile from a friend. Who hasn’t had anything to do with politics or movements, not that he cares much either. Yet, the presence of fellow human beings, and countrymen, all around him, wearing caps proclaiming their identity in a bid…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…