Frangipani

Already the sun seems to shine too bright. Already the mist seems to have disappeared. Already the tea feels too hot... We've had a lovely winter here in Delhi this year and I think such a winter has come in quite a long time. Trees disappear into the fog Those lights look like they are beckoning me ...Asking me to tread the unknown path? A path where the mist hangs close to you and the branches touch you I see the smoke rising... Is it from the huge pan of lovely ginger tea? Is it from the beedi that the rickshaw-walla has just lighted? Is it the voice within burning away in mediocrity? Is it just the mist trying on a new form? Ah...nice ginger tea in a glass, yummy mathris And another theory to be articulated and shared Will the modern man ever be truly liberated? Will Bach be appreciated? Do the Santros always become accomplices in crime? Winter evenings, the lovely fragrance of those unnamed flowers Tea and warm woolen hands Comfortable black socks and colorful traditional sha

Today is 26 Jan of the year 2010, and yes - i know - to most of us it is a welcome break in the middle of the week! What bliss! Yet, what I wanted to talk about was the Republic Day and all that the word means to me. As a child, I always used to wonder as to why we have more fun activities and colorful pageants on the Republic Day, while in contrast, the Independence Day is quite a dry affair. I think that realization dawned on me today. Let me share the pearls of wisdom :). Though independence is important, we wouldn't know what to do with it unless we had our rules and laws and our constitution. And that is why being a Republic needs more strength than being a free country. It is only with a sense of purpose and an even greater sense of responsibility that we can really be free. So, I guess that decides it for me. After a long time, I woke up early enough to watch the entire parade on TV. And better, I also watched that everlasting, timeless piece of heaven (which they call music