Marketplace

Anchor in your heart daily, do not wander in confusion, World is a mere illusion, people passing in confusion.   Today, while reading the above prose by Kabir on page 727 of Adi Granth, I was reminded of my walk in the narrow alleys of Bara Bazar in Shillong (Meghalay,...

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Winter sets in

Summer lies behind, Winter has set in. Bare branches hold a promise,                                   but mind remains shaky. Winter brings dormancy with incessant clouds and snow. Time comes to stand still. Nights appear to be long. While trees have shed their leaves but in these bare branches lies a promise to...

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Tradition

 Tradition was once a path   Why do we shy from it today?     There used to be living traditions that people proudly associated with. Today these survive in pockets, dimmed by onslaught of desire to be contemporary. In modern world, its materialism that holds the attention.    Associating...

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Bridge of life

Built by the architect of destiny, a bridge between heaven and earth. Narrower than hell, treacherous to cross,                            No one will accompany,                             alone you will have to cross.   Life, a bridge across “where we came from” and “where we are to go”, is thinner...

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Tiger’s nose

I now realize, it was a strange quest that had made me a pilgrim without God, a wanderer from Himalayas to New York, seeking a place where the mind could rest. I have gazed into faces hoping to hear the mysterious echo that would satisfy me!   One such journey,...

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Bhang Grinders

Bhang, an intoxicating beverage prepared from the leaves of cannabis plant, has a  history of use across the Indian subcontinent. In Punjab, the Nihangs (military order from the time of Guru Gobind Singh) use it freely. They call it Sukha, the peace-giver. Nihangs have been using Sukha since 17th century,...

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Hola Mohalla – Saddle of Self Reflection

Today, 17th March 2014 is the the day of Hola Mohalla celebration.   Holi, the Indian festival of colors becomes Hola Mohalla in Punjab. Hola being the masculine representation of Holi and Mohalla implies an organized procession.   Holi is celebrated across India by throwing colors at each other to...

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The Doon School Old Boys Society

It’s an honor that 29 years after graduating from The Doon School (Dehradun), my article “Thirty years in search of Zorawar Singh” has featured in the front page of “The Doon School Old Boy’s Society (DSOBS)” website. The screen shot of website homepage is taken on 1st March 2014 and...

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My interview – PicsArt Monthly magazine

My interview has featured in February 2014 issue of PicsArt Monthly magazine. Click images below to view the pages as featured in the magazine. For ease of reading, I have also provided the text in typed format. Amardeep is a photographer who was born in India but is based in...

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I found Gandhi !

On the streets of Jaisalmer, I found a Frenchman bearing stark resemblance to Gandhi. He even dressed, walked and talked like him.

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