Where am I headed?

Somebody a few days ago asked me, “Anand bhai with this wood working where do you think you are headed?” I know a lot of my friends and acquaintances might have had similar questions. So I have decided to answer this question once and for all. But before that I would like to point out… Continue reading Where am I headed?

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नाम में क्या रखा है?

मेरे पापा मेरा नाम संतोष रखना चाहते थे। मेरी माँ आनंद। संतोष रख देते तो दुनियादारी में रहता। अब किस्मत ने ही नाम आनंद दिया है तो निभाना तो पड़ेगा ही। ये नाम भी बड़ी पावरफुल चीज़ है। अब सुनिए ये वाक़्या, कुछ बरस पूर्व हम एक समय ट्रैन में यात्रा कर रहे थे। अग्रणी… Continue reading नाम में क्या रखा है?

DIY in India

I like to do my stuff, on my own. Stuff like cleaning the house, washing my clothes, trying to repair my own gadgets, and so on. And I like to learn about how to do one’s own stuff, which means a lot of browsing through instructables, makezine, and off course youtube. I will give you… Continue reading DIY in India

Foreign Affairs

“What time is it?” “hmm..”, taking out the phone from the pocket, “7.50”, I tell him. “At this time of the day, nobody would be out. If a young boy goes out, the soldiers will just take a stick and start beating. I miss Kashmir. But I don’t miss that fear. You know I come… Continue reading Foreign Affairs

Sales

“I have always wanted to see this place from inside. Finally”, I said smiling. “This is a much smaller shop. If you see my MG Road showroom it is 5 times bigger.” “Oh… what is in that small room?”, I asked moving towards it. “Sit. First what will you have, coke, tea…Indian tea haan!” “Tea… Continue reading Sales

The warm rug

I was sitting there feeling the warmth of the wollen rug beneath me, and the lukewarm terracota tumbler with milk in my hand. “Bhai, ye chatai kis cheez ki bani hai?”, I asked Jatan Bhai. “kaun sa ye..? ye jungli gyag ke baal ka bana hai. meri miseej ne banaya hai.”, he said, smiling proudly. “Gyag?..ye… Continue reading The warm rug

Nobody Knows

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any living or dead people is entirely coincidental. —————————————————————– I had arrived a day before, but felt like a veteran, riding the official ride of aurovillians, the TVS moped. It wouldn’t go any faster, and I was dangerously close to missing my lunch. My guest house… Continue reading Nobody Knows

Dastangoi – Kabirnama

One of my friends, watsapped me. A friend of hers was doing a recitation of Kabir in Mumbai. I was headed towards Mumbai from Ahmedabad, after completing a 10 day workshop in mud house building. That post is still waiting to be written and posted. I am twisting my arms right now, just for delaying… Continue reading Dastangoi – Kabirnama

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Hukus Bukus

I had goose bumps From this youtube description, the lines means this: Tse Kus Be Kus Teli Wan su Kus Who are you and who am I then tell us who is he the creator that permeates through both you and I Moh Batuk Logum Deg Each day I feed my senses/body with the food… Continue reading Hukus Bukus

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Goa – the Off season

A furnished 2bhk for Rs.300 per day. A glitter stones and squiggles bindi on the right corner of the mirror. A half used pack of condoms beneath the bed. Red hued spots on the wall reminiscent of explosively opened wine bottles. Of long barefoot walks on the beach. In and out of the loopy arcs… Continue reading Goa – the Off season

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