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07
Mar
17

#18

In the shadows of mountains

the echoes of memories

hit the hard surfaces

and

come back to me

to get

tangled

in the ragged edges

of my

thoughts.

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22
Feb
17

The Dead and the Living

“I think I had a mother once…” – Peter Pan

I feel cheated.

Natural death has disregarded me.

Once again I have lost out.

With innumerable masks resounding with hushed, unspoken and unshed tears of shrieks, I am left in this shambles not knowing what to do? Where to go? Whom to talk to? What to talk about?  Whom to relate with?

*

The living are tiring.

*

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07
Jan
17

न जाने क्यों?

ख्वाबों के दरिया में
अचनाक
ताबीर आया, और
ज़ंक़े-जंगों से सजे
मेरी यादों के ताबूत में
एक दरार
नई
पड़ गयी.

न जाने क्यों
आज तुम
बहुत याद आए?

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18
Dec
16

#37

a question was

asked and the answer spat

out.

an arm extended only

to be pushed

away.

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12
Nov
16

रक्त जड़ित आँसू

मज़बूर हूँ मैं वक़्त के तकाज़े से
मरदूद नोटों के तिलिस्मी आने-जाने से,
दिलोदिमाग के अंदर की चीखें निकल नहीं रहीं
हम खफ़ा हैं खुद अपनी
हयात से.

खंज़र से ज़्यादा नुकीले शब्दों ने
ज़हन को छलनी कर दिया,
फिर हमारी धात्री ने अपना
काम करवा के
नाकामियत की
माला से सजा दिया.

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24
Oct
16

#17

The screaming from the

window

perforated the thick grey

walls and

enveloped itself

around quiet corners

of my being.

Vaguely familiar faces

with loud, open mouths,

stretched

and

undulated

towards me;

waiting to be

recognized,

desperate to get under

my skin as I

try to remain

sane in

the midst of all

insanity.

23
Sep
16

Those were the days! 4

We’ve seen over time that countries that have the best economic growth are those that have good governance, and good governance comes from freedom of communication. It comes from ending corruption. It comes from a populace that can go online and say, ‘This politician is corrupt, this administrator, or this public official is corrupt.’ – Ramez Naam

I can, of course, talk about the harrowing time I had as Director of The Corbett Foundation – not the work, but the way the Board (in particular Rina Khatau) behaved and treated people; of assurances and promises broken; the way sycophancy was encouraged and nurtured to unbelievable levels; the arrogance and subterfuge; the nauseating hold the Khataus had over their employees. Why most of them were so servile and willing to be treated worse than guttersnipes is something I could never comprehend. I always felt that the Khataus never ever learnt or appreciated the fact that the stature they achieved was by standing on somebody’s shoulders.

But I choose instead to share some of the most glorious, enriching and satisfying moments of my life, even when things were going awry.

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