I am still in my own way reeling from the horrid blasts. All my life I have loved Mumbai as all people who love that city do. It is an inexplicable but true love affair. You know the city’s good as well as the bad’s and yet love it. Earlier all my views were prejudiced …
Category: Mumbai
When the heart burns
I wrote this poem during the Bombay riots of 93; I was 12-13 then. What has happened yet again in Bombay, made me feel the need to go back and read my words. Words that tumbled out when my illusion of security was shattered for the first time; when a human being’s dark side reared …
Media n Mumbai Rains
Dilip wrote, I commented: �Interesting that you should pose the same question that I and my friend have been arguing about on chat for the past hour. I dont think any layperson would take the trouble to let the media channel know, it has been playing dirty by reusing old footage. The ones who do …
Mumbai wait for me
Monsoon is when everyone including the rain is going bonkers. So much for my previous post gushing about the monsoon. My plans of going to Bombay tomorrow have literally been washed away. SOB� SOB.. Dad wait for me.. N don�t open those bags till I get there. If not for me at least for the …
Bombay, Mumbai and me
There were many journeys I took. Most were limited to the geography of the city I grew up in. But I consider them journeys never the less today. I have been so bound by the notion and desire to travel the world (I still do as I write this), but have a sense that whatever …
as IS, so I AM 