Once on a planet far far awayA tickled pink pony was galloping with sway No one could tell why her heart’s gone astray Tickity-tok, hippity-hop, she ignored all in the way She crossed the grassland, she crossed the plain A drink in the river and she galloped again No one could stop her, they tried but in vain Tickity-tok, hippity-hop, she stuck to her lane She reached the l’ll hill and started to climb There was just a l’ll thing…
The New Year has just gone by and we are now in the period where we reel under its after-effects. As the years go by, the similar cycle of planning, celebration and post celebratory exhaustion repeats, albeit with a few changes here and there. As the New Year’s Eve approaches, there is an excitement amongst everyone. Some are planning parties and get-togethers. Some are making travel plans with their friends and/or loved ones. Of course, for some professionals, it is…
A lilting soulful song falls on the ears The hands and feet start to change gears The body begins to sway and move with the song Within moments I find myself dancing along There is a connection between music and dance At every turn of note the heart wants to prance The feet wants to grab every rhythm at every chance No feeling of tiredness, I just want to advance An unparallel joy, dance brings about With a happy broad…
Have you seen it, have you seen it anywhere go? It always would be with me, now it’s not anymore From dawn to dusk, within me, it would constantly flow The stream of words has gone, somewhere I don’t know The brisk word stream came to a sudden halt No rhyme or reason, nor anybody’s fault The words that inspired me, are now in a vault Some strange thing is stopping them from coming out And then I learnt that…
I woke up early in the morning. Somehow I knew it was early in the morning. But, one thing I didn’t know. Where was I? I glanced at the ceiling. A fan, brown in colour, was running at a normal speed. On the right side was the attic, covered with beautiful wooden doors. The walls of the room were coated in dark pink colour. ‘This room is beautiful’, I thought. Still lying on the bed, I glanced to the other…
Dealing with reservations is a part of life. Whether one needs it or not, it is inescapable. Whenever I fill out an application form, whether it’s for applying for a course or a job, I always get peeved at a certain point. Among details like name, age and qualifications, there is this little tab that asks us to fill in our religion. I always wonder what purpose this little information would serve to the institution or organisation. How would this…
They say change is constant So let there be some change It doesn’t happen in an instant It works at its own pace Keep the nostalgia, they’re priceless Discard the clutter, all worthless Redesign, repaint, bring in the freshness Introduce uncared corners to a thing called cleanliness Get up and welcome a change in your life Leave behind the doom and infuse a new life It’s alright to indulge in a little bit of madness Let change, the constant, lead you…
Tanya reached home one day after finishing her class A cheerful happy day she thought it was Until her folks told her the news of the day From the city they were shifting to a town faraway A transfer was in order as a promotion was due It was something her father was looking forward to She was happy to be relieved of the city’s maddening pace She was sad as her friends would be far from her place The…
अनकही बातें कई तुमसे कहनी थीं पास आकर बैठो हाल-ए-दिल ज़रा सुनलो तुम्हें मालूम था परेशानी मेरी संभाला जब उलझी हुई थी सबर का बाँध टूट जाता गर साथ तुम्हारा तब ना होता ऐसे रखा खयाल मेरा जैसे हूँ फूल की पंखुड़ी ऐसा मुझपर असर हुआ इस चाहत में मैं और खिली एक तमन्ना जाग उठी है कहने को दिल बेकरार है एक अरसा हुआ कहे तुमसे मुझे आज भी तुमसे प्यार है Transliteration : Ankahi baatein kayi Tumse kehni…
Pesarattu, it’s been a personal favourite since my childhood. Pesarattu is a dosa made from moong dal where pesara means moong and attu means dosa. Yes, that is what a dosa is called in the local regions of Andhra Pradesh and Telangana. In fact the regular dosa which is made from urad dal is called minappattu, where minapa is urad. Actually a festival involving the attus is also celebrated. It is called Atlataddi where young girls and women do Puja…