Robin S Sharma, in sequel to his bestselling book, reveals the hows & whys
Lac-dye vows
She is too shy for comfort. At times, I can’t even find a way to start a conversation. At the most, she would nod, maybe a smile in her boldest days. Leaning against the door, gripping hard at the ends of her attire, she would twist the threads in nervousness. I can notice sweat trickle down her forehead, as she talks.
Morning walk
And I wonder:/ These heads popping out, their throbbing figures,/ Are they figment of my imagination?/ Do they gather just to make me realize/ I am no anomaly, a part of them, Possibly estranged.
Keats' a mirror, Keats' a mirage
Keats the person we know has been pictured through word-of-mouth...it remains amusing to me how an article read on Keats is almost always an article forgotten.
Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing
Ganguly in inertia for a moment and then his fall, one arm below his body, his cry of agony — provided a poetic moment for the lensmen and T.V audiences, but for us the writers, if we had written, we would have had to do with cliches like ‘aged warrior’ and ‘falling hero’.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Goodbye VVS: Sidvee's tribute to Laxman
Posted by Unknown on 10:27 AM
"VVS Laxman has retired from international cricket. He didn’t give us much notice, didn’t warn us in advance. If one were to believe him – and why, oh why, would you ever do anything else? – he toyed with the idea for a few days before making up his mind on Saturday morning. I like the idea of Laxman toying with thoughts. I like the idea of Laxman toying with anything. Because Laxman was the ultimate toy artist, like that boy next door – yes, the same devout, shy boy next door – who took your Hotwheels car set and played with them like you had never thought of before."
Sidvee delivers a fitting tribute to the legend
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Sourav Ganguly is a threat to cricket writing
Posted by Unknown on 3:35 AM
Some weeks back, Ganguly — the 40-year old, running backward, his sight on the ball which is up in the air; Ganguly in inertia for a moment and then his fall, one arm below his body, his cry of agony — provided a poetic moment for the lensmen and T.V audiences. But for us the writers, if we had written, we would have had to do with cliches like ‘aged warrior’ and ‘falling hero’. The better among us could/must have played around with symbolisms: ‘the monument crumbles’, ‘a hero in denial’. But could we have produced in words a cinematic equivalent?
Find out more in my article for SportsKeeda
