Aditya

  • Lost and found.!?
    Aditya | 16-Feb-2017
    It was 3 pm as I checked in to the hotel. Heavy clouds were forming in the sky bringing along the gloominess. My travel so far had been satisfactory but the best part of the trip was in danger of being washed out. Weather forecast was not favorable either, ‘thunderstorm’ it said. After a quick shower, I relaxed by the window with a cup of hot coffee and it started to rain, lightning and heavy downpour. Sipping on the coffee, I was preparing myself to be indoor watching TV and having generic hotel food for dinner. However, the rains didn’t last long, after half an hour of lashing it stopped and the sky started to slowly clear away. Sunlight was peeping in between the dark clouds and the city looked fresh and inviting. I ventured out with an umbrella (just in case it rains again) to take a stroll on the streets of Indore and fell in love with the city at first sight. What a charming place this is. The first thing that came to mind was that, Indore has the typical charm of Purani Dilli withou
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  • The honeybee and the hole
    Aditya | 07-Apr-2017
    Youth Hostel Dharamshala is a small run down place, just about adequate to spend the night for backpackers. I was sitting by the big glass window in the small dining room. Across the room in another corner was Jared, the Aussie who shared my dorm-room. He was quite and not in a mood for conversation. Day 2 was not particularly good for the Aussies and day 3 didn’t look promising either. Mr. Khanna the caretaker was busy making omelettes for us. As I was idling, I started observing a honey bee. The poor thing was trapped inside and couldn’t find the way out. I believe it was able to see most of the things I saw, the trees, the adjacent house and of course the snow peaked mountains. It was so desperate to get out that it kept bumping on to the glass every now and then. It would fly a bit and make an attempt to escape to find itself bumping in to the glass over and over again.   The omelettes arrived and I was lost in feeding myself. Food inside the stadium was not a very promising affair so I
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  • The last walk back home...
    Aditya | 05-Jun-2017
    Sanjeev looked out of the window and saw PXR cinema, “ten more minutes, fifteen at max for the stop, I should not sleep” he reminded himself. Cool breeze caressed his face and the next moment he was in deep slumber. The double bell woke him up with a start, he looked outside, the ICBI ATM was slowly moving back, he rushed to the front door and requested the driver to stop. The driver returned a dirty look and barely slowed down for Sanjeev to trot off the bus.    The bus accelerated away leaving behind a mix of dust and smoke. The road at 1:40 AM was empty, an occasional car and bike sped past. The guard at the ATM was struggling to keep his head straight. Sanjeev walked along the road, slowly picking pace. The roadside was littered with vegetable and other waste left by the hawkers . The municipal workers would clear it in the next morning, till then it would enjoy the night breeze, he smiled sarcastically. He turned right on the sub-street leaving the main road behind. Sanjeev had a
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  • Aditya | 08-Jun-2017
    Only if you iron your shirt yourself will you understand the difference between an ordinary and a great stitch...         
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  • My very own underdog story…
    Aditya | 02-Jul-2017
    It was the summer of 2000 when I first met Sandeep on field. We were called by the senior team for tryouts at the Nehru Stadium. Back then it was the biggest cricketing arena in Pune and the only stadium which hosted international matches. I was nervous and very excited about the prospects of playing for my college team. I walked in gingerly and saw familiar faces on the far right corner. A few seniors stood there dressed in whites talking seriously while the aspirants stood in awe. One of the seniors called our names and quickly segregated us as per skills. Without wasting much time the aspiring batsmen were asked to pad up while the bowlers lined up at their bowling mark.   The sessions started, a tall and skinny fellow went to bat, he was so nervous that he didn’t even bother to take guard. His stance was awkward and just stood there with a very tight grip on his bat. He tried to play cross bat shots of the first few balls and failed to connect. The reaction of the seniors said it all, he was a
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  • The long drive...
    Aditya | 30-Oct-2017
    I used to love vans, the one which could accommodate more than four people on board. As a child I used to day dream for hours, visualizing who among my family will occupy which seat, needless to say, the driver seat was always mine. The good old stainless steel plate served as the steering and the chapati baton stood for the gear lever and off I went on the long drive with those I love… It always used to be an early morning of the winter vacation. I loved the early morning sun and the color of the sky. We always made it in time for breakfast to the restaurant on the highway. I loved breakfast, I still do. Anyway, a brief halt and the journey would resume. Which place we went, whether it used to be in the hills or to the sea, I do not remember, it was never important, driving was, and the fact that everyone was so pleased while I drove was even more fun…  Good old days, back then no one objected, As I grew up, I bought my first car, it was not a van but it was something I could drive and
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  • Aditya | 26-Nov-2017
    The green to white ratio in a WhatsApp chat tells you a lot...
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