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If I were ever asked to come up with names of two musicians who I could never imagine singing together, it might well have been Robert Plant and Alison Krauss. Plant with his chilling renditions of Zeppelin songs in the golden era of solid Rock, and Krauss with her distinctively clear renditions of blues-y, bluegrass-y, [...]

Sidra put up something in her Daily Dubs and called it “Manderley Again“. It reminded me of something I put up on my blog a while back, and was just amazed how differently the same line had affected us. I guess great lines need to have that kind of an effect. Anyway, this is what [...]

Note – I came here to write in my journal about the recent bomb blasts back home (Isloo and Karachi), but decided to write about something that made me happy. I hope it can do the same for you. Never has a moment of elation been as precious as in these troubled times. I’ve always [...]

So, to say that I was excited about starting my journal would be a bit of an understatement. But as is usually the case, as soon as my Dhaaba was setup (with mud baked walls and straw roofing, thank you Sidra) all hell broke lose. Let’s just say that everything that could have gone wrong [...]

He looks at it for a while when it is passed on to him. He can relate to the smoldering paper, dying a quick death. The thick mush of smoke that is witness to this short-lived existence. He brings it to his mouth, and breathes in as hard and as long as he can. The [...]

I read a book recently, The Emperors Children; in it there was a notion that you shouldn’t begin a letter with an I, because it is too self-indulgent, too self-involved, and too selfish. But the more I think about it, the more I disagree with the notion. I see the world through my eyes, live [...]

We are taught that the thing that differentiates us from the rest is our free will. Coupled with that is our ability to reason and something within us that helps us differentiate between right and wrong. As if there was a universal good and evil. Goods and evils that go beyond the petty differences generated [...]

As a child I remember the first day I went to the school campus on Hill Road. I remember that my mother took a job in Beacon House so that I, her son, could attend what was considered the best school in the country at that time. The year was 1984 and I was just [...]

I was going through my old emails and got stuck on one sent to me by a good friend. It read: Goya believed in the stillness of life and that purity lies in tranquility. Being melancholic is a good sign according to Shakespeare it provides one with the opportunity to learn about themselves. The belief [...]