• Musings

    The Suitable Boy

    It was the last month of 1997. December 12th to be precise. I had just given my MD Pathology exams and was waiting for the official results to be declared. The college rules said that we had…

  • Poems

    Silent conversations

    Conversations which meandered Into the stillness of the night The mingling of our minds The music in our words The crescendo of our laughter The calmness of our thoughts I miss them all. Now the stream of…

  • Poems

    Bitter love

    Each morning I hear you rummaging near my bedside And the crackling of my medicine wrappers Wakes me up.   You do it every day With clockwork precision And I always look at you bleary eyed A…

  • Poems

    Melodramatica

    When my face betrays What my heart feels- Or when the ink spilled from my pen Scribbles the story of my pain I am labelled melodramatic. Likened to the vulgar and the coarse And who knows, maybe…

  • Musings

    Pathological alliances

    Jabalpur brings back very unpleasant memories. It was the 25th of January 1996. I was in the midst of a gruelling course, pursuing my MD in Pathology- and I had nothing but microscopic images in my head. …

  • Musings,  Travelogues

    Indian Railways and IST

    My train is scheduled at the unearthly hour of 11.30 p.m. Stubborn officials who quote absurd rules of reimbursement demand that I travel to another city in this heat instead of getting on a train from a…

  • Poems

    Icarus

    The crimson of the sun Enamours me. The warmth and the radiance Beckon to my heart. And I yearn to fly A flight of freedom. Before I know it The ground beneath my feet Is far behind.…

  • Musings,  Travelogues

    The Curse of the Upper Berth

    I glare at the computer screen. My entire mood of making that train trip vanishes in an instant. Not again. B4. 54. UB. The Indian Railways has this peculiar penchant of allotting me the upper berth whenever I travel.…