​Salvation lies within…..

On 15th august morning made an early morning move from MG road Gurgaon to panchkula . As i approached delhi and was crossing it, sensed a  festive atmosphere on roads ascending  towards central delhi and descending as i exited. Felt a sense of pride while driving through on almost empty wide roads, who were breathing after a long time. A lot of freedom rides was a constant spectacle as i drove through, a bunch of either bicycles or motor cycles were visble post every 3- 4 kms.
 There was another constant “NAKAS” with an army full of policemen, both traffic and general . They were there for a good reason , agreed. But there was none posted at red lights, and traffic however little it was , wasn’t stopping . Neither were people respecting the red signal, nor the digital reverse counting clock. Were just zooming across the signals,footpaths and any lesser mortal that came their way. Is that what freedom is all about?
That is where we need to change i guess. Salvation lies within.
Finally exiting delhi at azadpur , found a very very old cold stotage with a blank facade of almost 50 feet by 100 feet. Someone had just painted a stark blue black backdrop and wrote ZINDAGI  over it in a quite an impactful manner. Surrounded by tattered structures and overlooking the post apovalyptic world of bypass, full of garbage mountains, burning stinking, I thought that it actually made a lot of sense.


Iron fist and a steely resolve.

While we strive hard to bind ourselves, 

in controlling the tide and ruling  the world,
with an iron fist and  a steely resolve.

There are few blessed  who wander freely.

Key to happiness

People will judge you based on their perception of your work but before it rubs you the wrong way or the right way , remember this.

If you are following ‘people’ , it will bother you the most, even to the extent that their reactions (against or supportive) will decide your next move .

If you are following ‘your mind’, it will bother you a little less but still would play a part as a fodder to your future decisions .

If you are following ‘your heart’, it will bother you slightly lesser but wouldn’t have much impact on your odyssey.

But if you follow ‘your gift’, nothing that people do or say will matter , in fact nothing else matters.

So trust your gift if you have found it already, otherwise set your sails in the search of your gift.

Death of a writer




When my mortal frame goes to sleep at night, my immortal soul wakes up in a shade of grey.

The dark room beneath the staircase feels like a graveyard, breath still as death, mind wandering alone in a sway.

The characters I created sit in a mourning circle around my grave.

I can see the elder ones consoling the crying younger ones, telling them to be brave.

He’ll come back to life one day, they look skywards and pray.

We all will get our due roles; he’ll write he’ll write all shades, dark blue, yellow and grey.

Writers do die on the trail to freedom, but characters always stay.

Writers do die on the trail to freedom, but characters always stay.

Leap of faith…

Meandering through the concrete jungle I have reached a cliff which falls midway , nothing seems to be clear but the trail I have been following seems very obvious. The trail has been laid by the footprints of the people who have further ventured into the smoke filled jungle. Some have trotted with a vision, some with a belief, some with superstition and some with the fear of losing the trail. Everybody has had their own reasons to walk, so shouldn’t I have one, if at all I am going to follow the obvious.


This query arose like a seedling  in my heart and somehow made my feet heavy. Suddenly following the trail became a problem as I found it difficult to match the pace with the trotting trail. The people ahead and the ones behind, both were seemingly uneasy with my dropped pace, as we all were tied with a single piece of rope. I tried convincing them and told them about the seedling. They laughed and said we all have one , which crops up now and then, but it’s a weed , throw it away and keep walking or you’ll die. A part of me somehow couldn’t agree with the fact that this seedling was a weed and though I was getting slow, I wasn’t feeling sick. Confused and drained, I looked towards the heaven for an answer. Such moments of blurred vision often occur and when they occur one only has the universe to post his/her query to.


Suddenly a bird rose from the valley beneath the cliff, hovered above me and sat right at the cliff edge. She was carrying a nestling ( chick) in her claws and placed it gently on the next stone. Though most of the fellow trailers didn’t notice what was happening , I somehow got curious about the bird and her nestling. After keeping the nestling down, the bird seemed like having a conversation with the seemingly shaken and afraid chick. I noticed the chick was trembling with fear, perhaps it was the first time she was experiencing height. The next moment the bird started beak pushing the little fellow towards the cliff. She pushed her further enough that it was few bird steps before a mighty fall, but didn’t push it all the way. Now the chick was trembling with fear , but took two three baby trots towards the edge. It took a deep breath and jumped. The mother bird observed the fall for a few seconds and subsequently jumped after the chick.


Startled with the proceedings and out of curiosity , I freed myself from the shackles and ran towards the edge. As I was running I could hear my name being called by someone angrily from the trail, I turned and saw myself staring at me angrily “ you’re gonna die without this trail, it’s the only way of existence” . But the curiosity didn’t allow me to turn back , I ran with all my might towards the edge and looked down the valley. As I looked down I saw the bird flying back towards the cliff, holding the nestling in its claws. It hovered again above the valley and started the drill all over again. After a few attempts the chick tuned into a flying bird. This time the mother bird didn’t jump after the chick, but was staring down the valley, with tears of joy in her eyes.


And then an eye contact happened between us, it seemed as she was trying to speak to me in some universal language. Suddenly I could make out what she was saying.” Why don’t you Take the leap of faith ? “


“ leap of faith ? What exactly is that ?” I questioned puzzled down to the core.

She answered “ it’s you who has to take the leap and have faith, and leave the rest to your guardian angel. In case you don’t fly, she’ll catch you and bring you back to the cliff edge”. She smiled at me and flew away. As soon as her words entered my heart, the seedling inside smiled and withdrew all my pain and agony.


And here I am standing at the edge, facing the valley. The strong breeze is blowing in my face, telling me to trust my guardian angel and take the “ LEAP OF FAITH”.