नाझुक नाती

नाती किती नाझुक असतात, ह्याची जाणीव, आज परत एकदा झाली। चुकीचे शब्द, चुकीच्या प्रकारे, चुकीच्या वेळी जिभेवरून सरकली आणी, एका क्षणांत मने घायाळ झाली। अम्मा म्हणे: “एक घाव दोन तुकडे कर्ण, फारसा कठीण नसता, पण, मन जोडुन ठेवणं, मात्र भरपूर अवघड असतं। म्हणुनच, ते जवाबदारीने निभावायला लागतं।” नाहीतर मग, समजुतीच आणी आपलं वाकडं, आजच्या सारखं…

Hope in the time of turmoil

We take life for granted. Lost in our professional and personal routine, there’s no time to stop and think about the inevitable. We assume that we’ll return home to our loved ones, our ‘people’.

Alternate Civic Response to the Mumbai Rains Bridge Collapse

A key foot-over bridge that runs over the Western Railway tracks came crashing down this morning. The incident came on top of heavy rainfall that the city & suburbs have been experiencing since late last evening. As expected, the bridge collapse has thrown rail & road traffic out of gear, with everyone’s morning commute being…

Putting the personal back into writing

Life’s strange. On one side, I’ve been fortunate to have projects flowing in, while, on the other, the personal observations have had to be kept at bay. 

Namesake surprise

What are the odds that I meet my namesake, in a chance encounter, on the penultimate day of the year. Yes, that’s the beauty of motorcycling – anything’s possible with a twist of the throttle.

Motorcycle Talk: Tools to bring along For the Ride

My tool-kit journey, like most of you here, started out with the OEM kit that’s provided with every bike. But that quickly proved inadequate on my 250-300 km rides. Back then, I had a few loose spanners at home and took to carrying them along as well when venturing beyond the city. These rudimentary attempts…

Monsoon skies: Mumbai

Mumbai grows a few shades more beautiful each monsoon. Sure, our hardships increase too, but there’s no denying the fact that we also get that rare break from the drab grays which dominate the view.  Couldn’t help but stop & stare at this beautiful sight as I was crossing the bridge. The colourful skies and…

खिडकीतली बाग

अम्मा म्हणायची की त्या लहानपणीच्या गावच्या ट्रिपांमध्ये होती सुरूवात! पण खरंतर लालमातीचं वेड कधी मनात बसलं, कधी रक्तात घुसलं हे कळलच नाही. वर्षे गेली, पण शोध काही संपेना. बघता बघता, तेच वेड जणू काही घुसलं कुंडीत! कोकणातल्या बागेचं स्वप्न मात्र जवळ येऊन सुद्धा हुलकावण्या देत राहिलं. निराशेने मन भरलं आणि आयुष्याच्या अनेक झुंझीत गेलं ते…

60 kmph

60 kmph!  A pace that puts the wind in your face and the worries behind.Where you hear the rustling of the leaves, and catch the smiles of the children in the street. That classic iron heart of a motor sitting relaxed between the feet.  60 kmph, it’s magic if you please. Them vibes smoothened out…

A neo-classical motorcycle affair

When you’re a 20 year old motorcycle, there’s always something that’s going bust on it. It could be the meters or the brakes, the lights or the carburettor. It could even be some nuts & bolts that suddenly decided they’d had enough and decide to hop off. But as long as you keep that 2T-Fuel…