• 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…

  • Day 4: Chicken Qorma for the Soul

    I almost missed out on being in time for Iftar today. Yes, I almost did. And I don’t have anything else to blame but my ever confused mind, which just keeps on throwing up multiple choices at me, and never is it the case that out of the options available, only one is the right…

  • Day 3: In the horde, there is always that one face

    Someone calling out my name, a tap on the shoulder. I turn around and see that it’s Farrukh Bhai, complete with wife and kid. Now I haven’t seen Farrukh Bhai in ages – last I remember it was around the time his kid was a toddler, and now he looked like a kid who was…

  • Day 2: Ramadan has begun. Officially.

    After yesterday (and the splitting headache which accompanied the wait till Suhoor), I had made up my mind that I’m definitely not going to adhere to the philosophy of eating light at Iftar. Plus in a way, Ramadan had ‘officially’ not kicked in for me yet. There is a fairly popular anecdote in the region…

  • Hello Ramadan

    There is something about calling up Amma and Abba right after Maghreb prayers have been offered. Maghreb has always been that one prayer of the day which signifies that a long day spent in working for a living is coming to an end. May not necessarily be as aptly applicable given the ways in which…