नए साल में सब मोहब्बत कर रहे हैं
और हम हैं कि शिकायत कर रहे हैं
वक़्त तो आ गया है कि वक़्त बदले
पर हम फिर वही शरारत कर रहें हैं
‘अठरा में सुना है कि सब है माफ़
हम भी इंतेज़ार-ए-इनायत कर रहे हैं
लोग बनाने लगे हैं सपने हकीक़त
हम हकीक़त ही क़यामत कर रहें हैं
इजाज़त थी पढ़ने को एक ही मिसरा
हम फ़िर तौहीन-ए-इजाज़त कर रहें हैं
नए साल में सब मोहब्बत कर रहे हैं
और हम हैं कि शिकायत कर रहे हैं
Mrs. Malik was 71 when she learned how to recognise the signs and symptoms of a stroke. She learned this from a series of pictures on a local hospital’s information leaflet. On the top banner, in blazing red ink, was the hospital’s emergency number that could be called if one were convinced that they were having a stroke. “Don’t hesitate,” it said. “Just call. We’ll be there in 10 minutes.”
Mrs. Malik carefully folded the paper till it showed just the emergency number and taped this to the landline phone set she used. She further wrote the number down in her personal phone diary, and made a mental note to ask someone to save the number in her cell phone.
Two days later, the ambulance was at her doorstep.
A few months ago, a video went viral in India. It showed a man trying, very patiently, to climb an escalator that was actually coming down. The video runs for about twenty seconds and for the whole duration that man is just putting one step in front of another, comfortably unaware of what is happening.
Here, watch it yourself: Continue reading
At 9.14 AM today, I wrote my one-millionth word.
If you are wondering what one million words look like, consider this: the seven books in the Harry Potter series amount to 1,084,170 words. Now the second book in the series, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, is about 85,000 words. So, if we take the Harry Potter Box Set and pull out the second book, whatever is left is a very good picture of how many words I have written.
And this journey of a million words started with counting the fourteen in the line below.
“No matter how I start my career, I will retire only as a writer.” Continue reading
I bought a copy of The Silence of Our Friends yesterday at Comic Con, Bangalore. It took me two pages of browsing through at the counter to know that this is a graphic novel I will enjoy reading and will cherish for a long time. And that is exactly how things seem to be turning out. I read the book today, all in one sitting, and kept going back to several of the conversations between the important characters and the oh-so-subtle imageries in the backdrop of the artwork. And it was in these revisits that I had the Aha! moment about this book. Continue reading
“We should do this more often,” I told my friend.
I was with her at Urban Solace, Bangalore, in a room where a bunch of people had been cheering, clapping and high-fiving one another every two minutes. We had been playing Potpourri for almost an hour and a half and I had ended up laughing more than I had laughed in the whole week. I hadn’t realised I missed word games so much. Dumb charades, Pictionary, 20 Questions – I loved it. I had made new friends there too. And met an old one I hadn’t talked to in over six months. To top it all, I had gotten myself a free copy of Bhaavna Arora’s new book, a glass of green tea on the house and so many thoughts to munch over.
“Yes, we should,” she replied. “They have events like these every weekend before the parade.”
“Chalo chalo.” Continue reading
