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…
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…
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…
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….
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…