Writing

Panvel Railway Station

Panvel has a very important strategic location. It is a crucial link between Mumbai and South India. All the trains running on Konkan railways between Kerala and Mumbai and North India pass through Panvel railway station. Trains as important as Rajdhani and Satabadi are passing through Panvel. It is also the last station of Harbour Railways link between Mumbai and Panvel catering to thousands of travelers everyday. There was a time few years back when only a few services operated on the local line. The train was almost empty till it entered the main Mumbai. Many passengers came sleeping on… Read More »Panvel Railway Station

Peace is an illusion

You don’t have to look anywhere outside for the peace of mind. You have to look inwards, within you, to diagnose what is causing the problem. Most of the times, we are aware of the reasons causing the heart burns, yet we are deceiving ourselves by avoiding the real causes and alleviate the problems. Things are not in our control many times. Heart does not forget the moments of bliss even trifles for that matter. It seems like an oasis in the otherwise desert of unhappiness and wants to cling on to it. But there are others who forget the… Read More »Peace is an illusion

Bug of optimism

Some people are bitten by bug of optimism. This is because they occupy the higher echelons of hierarchy in some organization. This is a part of pep talk by the managers towards juniors. This bug bites them and they want to impress it upon the subordinates to be optimist and do the work sincerely and without any questions about the veracity of their projects. In different religions of the world, every concept has two counterparts. Nature abounds in complements. Man and woman, Yin and Yang, Shiva and Shakti. So much so that Shiva took the form of half man-half woman… Read More »Bug of optimism

Oldest Marathon Sikh: Fauja Singh

He was the brand ambassador of Adidas alongside David Beckham. Fauja Singh, Britain’s most popular Sikh is a centurion, and was the oldest runner in Sunday’s London Marathon. He is threatening to break his own world record of 5.40 hours in the 90 plus age bracket that he set last year. While running Marathon races in London, New York and Toronto last year, he raised thousands of pounds for various charities promoting Sikh culture around the world. He has also raised money for B.L.I.S.S., a charity dedicated to the care for premature babies. He describes it as the ‘oldest running… Read More »Oldest Marathon Sikh: Fauja Singh

Our colony

When in the year 1991, I got transferred to Mumbai from Silchar, the ONGC colony at Panvel was brimming with occupants so much so that I was allotted a B-type house that had been used as the storage for cement and other building material when construction was going on. After 6 months I got C-type accommodation but not before a flood entered our home. What logically everyone expects to happen in Assam happened with us here in Panvel. That was in 1991. I got transferred to Assam second time in 2005. I was on leave in July when the flood… Read More »Our colony

Passion

And there they were lying under the shadow of a tree in the isolated woods. Nearby, the river was making a hissing sound. Cicada were making a piercing noises as it was intense hot. It was noon time and nobody ventured out in such a heat. But those whose heart are burning with love are awaken at such times. Their bodies were melted into one another as was the sky getting melted into the earth. Perspiration mingled and ants bit their naked bodies. But they were totally lost in the love oblivious of the world.Then there was a sound which… Read More »Passion

Mallet Ferry Wharf

Mallet Ferry Wharf! I visited the place. It is a ferry terminus and fish trawlers unloading port in Bombay. Whole area smells of fish even from a distance. Hundreds of fish traders stand on the platform and fish baskets are conveyed to top from boats by ropes and mesh nets. There are mounds of fish of every kind. Every single inch is covered with sea  fish. There are porters towing it away on the carts. Water drips from the  baskets made of the bamboo carrying the fish. Trucks and tempos  are loaded with the fish for taking it to the different… Read More »Mallet Ferry Wharf

Bruno

Bruno was my real friend. Whether I cared or not, He was never angry, Like the human beings , when ignored. He will meet me, Lick me, jump stand on his hind legs, Whenever I came. Whenever I was sad, He will sneak silently, near me and put his head, In my lap or on my  chest, And suck away all my sorrows. Now he is gone, left me weeping.

When the Fog Sets in Assam

I wrote this when I was in Assam. When the winter begins to set in, it announces its arrival by the forming the fog in the morning. Due to the proximity of the river and lot of greenery causing the air to be heavy and pregnant with moisture. The streetlights seem to be lazily dozing off in the winter foggy nights; their light seems to be like a bird trapped in a web of dense fog and fluttering to break the snare and get free. In the morning the light seem to be tired like a prostitute who has not… Read More »When the Fog Sets in Assam

A Pair of Mynahs

The story is set in the Sivasagar district of Assam. I was working there after a transfer from India’s most advanced city of Mumbai. This was transfer after long stay in Mumbai so it took some time to adjust in these surroundings. There is a big colony of our company and has given us quarters to live. My family did not accompany me. The place is abysmal if you are alone as the area lags behind rest of India in progress and it is very difficult to spend the time. The place is full of natural beauty because of lack… Read More »A Pair of Mynahs