Someday, today will be nostalgia

Picture courtesy - Nikhil Narayan ( https://www.facebook.com/TheFatKnight?fref=ts ) In the not so distant future, there'll be a tamil movie that will tell of a love quadrangle. The title track of the the movie is tentatively titled ‘enga irunthai puliyogare’ (where were you puliyogare?), where all the concerned parties dance in a tamil movie hot spot like Mauritius. The dialogue that precedes the song will be something like this: Girl:  'Nambalode kadhal compare pannuna, yedeke compare pannuve'? (what would you compare our love to?) Boy:  'En amma ode puliyogare ke' (my mother’s puliyogare) Girl (looking terribly flustered):  'Puliyogare ka'? (to puliyogare?) Cut to song Love has many symbols, most of which lack any sense of practicality. Observation, an unbridled love for puliyogare and connecting the dots has led to a eureka moment - puliyogare is the new symbol of love. As you observe the rigmarole of any roman...

On a day like today when the sun plays your favourite childhood game of hide and seek and the only thing you want to do is pull back the rug in an attempt to catch the deep sleep that just won’t come back, brush open the curtains a little. You’ll think you’re in the movies, the weather so perfect you’ll look next to you to check if Mila Kunis has also woken up, her hair hiding the twinkle in those eyes that can cause even the most abstinent to disintegrate. You’ll then realise it’s your pillow playing tricks on you but the weather outside is still like it is in the movies. Waking up still seems onerous but days like these are not meant to be experienced from the comfort of your bed. On a day like today, you need filter coffee. That’s all. The aroma of the decoction percolates to the whole house and catches your nostrils just as your head is about find the comfort of the pillow and the imaginary Mila Kunis’s gentle caress. Filter coffee is what coffee is all about. It ...

There comes a time in every bachelor’s life when a face in the crowd pops the million dollar question – ‘so when’s your turn’? Until now, the dignified reply has been to scratch my beard and respond with the cricket score. When there isn't any cricket being played, the discussion is deftly steered toward when Sachin Tendulkar should call it a day. And if he retires, all talk will revolve around his retirement and the question will die a natural death, albeit for a little while.  It's a moment that takes a leaf out of Saint Paulo Coelho’s evergreen quotable quotes – except, in cases like these, the universe conspires to help you get what they think you want.   Until that point, your days are lived in relative obscurity, with all cares in the world relegated to how to feign illness next Monday, where to get wasted on Friday and how to look busy in the intervening days. And just like that fateful day, many moons ago, when you lost your innocence with a bunch of ma...

My childhood occurred before the summer camp era and it was a time when parents worried about how much time their kids spent outdoors unlike now, when they are concerned about how much they spend indoors. When the summer holidays were coming to a close, a sense of melancholy set in. No more endless games of cricket and mangoes after lunch. Writer Mike Royko eulogized the last day of summer holidays in this fashion: “When I was a kid, the worst of all days was the last day of summer vacation, and we were in the schoolyard playing softball, and the sun was down and it was getting dark. But I didn’t want it to get dark. I didn’t want the game to end. It was too good, too much fun. I wanted it to stay light forever, so we could keep on playing forever, so the game would go on and on. That’s how I feel now. C’mon, c’mon. Let’s play one more inning. One more at bat. One more pitch. Just one? Stick around, guys. We can’t break up this team. It’s too much fun. But the sun always...

It is said that wise men speak less. But as a wisdom tooth, I am making an exception. And I’m not just speaking for me but for the countless wisdom teeth that have suffered before me and the countless others that will suffer a similar fate till the end of time. This is our collective story. Sorry, our collective obituary. The beginning of the end For the past few days, my master has been holding his jaw ever so often. You know that vague sense of unease when something is about to happen but you don’t know what that is? The mouthwash tastes different, antiseptic like. Of course, I can’t be the problem. I am ensconced somewhere in the corner of the mouth and am near non-existent. I can’t help but feel like the quiet backbencher who always gets caught for something they never did. Wrong place, wrong time, every time. I have often wondered if there is a heaven for wisdom teeth. I am told of a place called the rainbow bridge where pets go after they die and dutifully w...

It’s been some time since I cared to make my ominous presence felt. Sorry, the cold makes my teeth clatter and I begin to ramble incoherently when that happens. But the time has been spent introspecting as well as retrospecting, costing me some disturbed sleep intertwined with moments of peaceful, deep contemplation. It is in these fleeting moments, when the mind stops whirring like an air conditioner, that perspective pays you a long overdue visit. To know more about Ronnie, visit  http://thehipporules.blogspot.in/2012/08/meet-ronnie.html Many of our lives are spent chasing elusive rainbows and scaling the wrong peaks. We seem to find joy in having surmounted a peak, only to realize we are standing atop an active volcano. It’s as if we are ensconced in a train on a dark stormy night, fast asleep, only to be occasionally awakened by a stroke of lighting. Occasionally, we pause to think what the heck we’re doing. We can even hear voices that say stuff like ‘taking ca...