Travel – Small City Thinker

यादों के गद्दे

पिछली बारिश मेंइन पहाड़ों परउग आये हैं घासों के गद्दे,जैसे डायरी मेंउग आती है तुम्हारी यादें,एक समय था-तुम्हारी हँसी में आराम थाठंडे हाथों को जैसे डाल लिया हो जेब में;जिसे तुम गुनगुनाया करती थीएक पुरानी ग़ज़ल सुनी आजतुम एक बस स्टॉप होजहाँ रुक कर मेरी ज़िन्दगीहो जाती है पहले सी। -अशान्त

In Search of Liberation- Haridwar and Rishikesh

Burdened by the self-imposed expectations and entrapped in the vicious cycle of desires, I have recently started seeking liberation (Moksha is one of the purusharthas too). The thought that experiential knowledge is more important than factual collection has penetrated my mind. I feel that instead of reading numerous scriptures if a person can internalise evenContinue reading “In Search of Liberation- Haridwar and Rishikesh”

The Indigenous Karate Kids

Travelling in Delhi Metro is always a unique experience. Amid all the rush and sweating, one can easily discover the traces of joy. A beautiful girl with her eyes dug on a Sidney Sheldon novel, a romancing couple around the cold steel poles, daily commuters playing Candy crush or watching the Khaleesi of Game ofContinue reading “The Indigenous Karate Kids”