Kahin door jab din dhal jae ... Driving from Mangaluru to Murudeshwar on NH - 66 is awesome in it self - provided you ignore the typical bad patches on any Indian Road that is under repair- or not under repair. (In India some roads are perpetually under repair 😀 ). I have travelled on … Continue reading surprises on the way – photo essay
Life and death are conjoined twins. Nothing makes us ruminate more on life than the news of death. During those demonetization days if everyone became an economist, on the demise of Sridevi everyone seems to have become a philosopher. This was evident from the first tweet and the first whatsapp message that I came across. … Continue reading behind the grease paint
My illustrator friend Sailaja Anand ( who is also an eternal optimist) has put up her perceptions of my poems on her blog.
‘Teach Me To Dream’ has been written by Mr. Durga Prasad Dash whose work I always have admired. It is an anthology of poems that celebrate life in its myriads of aspects: love, longing, pain, illusion,beauty and ugliness, freedom, bondage, war, politics, enlightenment.There is no sphere of life that is left un touched by the author. Each emotion is conveyed beautifully and every reality is expressed with conviction. Each stanza is a beautiful piece in itself, touching the deep core.
In part I, the way the author has connected seasons and emotions with his web of words is so heartening.
”there is a rhythm in the sun,
melody in air, and
dance in water”
Through words the author is indeed celebrating the nature with beautiful expression.
In poem ‘your sweet absense’
In the following lines
“In my lack of discretion
hoping to rise with you
I fall again and again”
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I will write about Rumi towards the end of this blog post and try to connect it to my recently released book. After all I have a book to promote. Gone are the days when the Hero's or heroine's role ended with acting in the movie (and collecting the pay check). Now he/she must take … Continue reading the cart of clay and Rumi in a traffic jam
The word Haiku reminds me of millions of awful micro poetic compositions that pass for as haikus in the blogosphere. The other day I came across a couple of such alleged haikus. I don't remember the wordings but one was about the miserable office wage and another was about the boss who was an asshole. … Continue reading The Japanese Sense of Aesthetics
Well, I have been a serious blogger since last one year. Of course, I have been blogging for more than five years and doing some creative writing maybe, for last one hundred years. No... no. I am not that old like Asha Ram Bapu or RK Pachauri. Actually I feel that it is not only … Continue reading my speech at the indiblogger meet, bengaluru
Like any other metro city, Bengaluru is host to numerous events - literary, culinary, cultural, artistic, social & unsocial, open and clandestine. Much as am I tempted to attend many of the events, a person of not so affluent means like me is not only restrained from the financial angle, but also by the limited … Continue reading events galore in bengaluru