Memories of intimacy
dance like wayward shadows
on my wall.
The light chases them
across the room
to a darkened door
where they disappear,
phantoms of desire.

Directions

I am an idea
a possibility.
I am what you
never could be.
I am what I
once could not be.

Delhi's sorrow

After years of collecting bribes and allowing shops to mushroom in residential zones, the MCD (Municipal Corporation of Delhi) has now been ordered by a court to clean up their act. The errant shopkeepers, needless to say, have struck in protest, and recently enforced a 3-day market shutdown.

If you're puzzled about the morality of this, I have a pretty good analogy.

It goes this way. I pick your pocket everyday, and everyday I pay off the cops to let me go scot-free. After doing this for years, a court one day decides that I shouldn't really be picking pockets. Damn!

The next time I pick your pocket, you complain. What do I do? Simple, I raise a mob and defend my right to be picking pockets. After all, you didn't have a problem when I was doing it for the last 30 years, did you?!

Starting out

Just what is it that prompts otherwise private folks to start spilling opinions and experiences across the world? After little or no curiosity about a blog of my own, here I am, a reluctant scribe, to see if registering a blog prompts me to follow suit. Who knows, I might return to a long-lost prolificness.