Delusions In The Rain

The wind is howling outside, shaking the windows of my house as the rain continues to pound like artillery shells without any break. It is like this city is being eaten by a giant water monster and everything is submerging in it’s belly. In hindsight, global warming is indeed the water monster.

Windows & doors remain tightly shut as they continue to vibrate and make repeated sounds of banging against the walls. Shortly after I read a text circulating on Whatsapp that electricity will be cut from the source, the lights go off. It gets dark and it seems like each house is a separate island cut off from each other.

Each island is cemented in its place away until the wind will tear it apart and break it into pieces.

I sigh & get up from my couch. I have to cut vegetables for my salad. It is a part of this new diet I have been doing. I have been fairly regular so far, although it has only been a week. In this one week itself I have strayed a few times but it has largely been in check. Straying a bit from the diet is better than not having one at all.

I open the fridge and its coolness brushes my face. I take a tomato, cucumber & carrot from the fridge and put them on the kitchen counter. I turn around to the counter behind me and take the knife out of the rack where the utensils are kept. I turn back to see somebody’s head in place of the tomato.

I close my eyes. Whose head is it?

The hair on the head was uncombed and the face was smashed & bloody. It looked like it had no skull but just skin sewn in place to form the shape of an ill-formed, ugly-looking face. Blood was slowly sliding down from its temples and forehead while it’s eyes remained tightly shut.

It looked disgusting. But whose head is it?

It looked familiar, and yet I could not place a name against it.

How long have my eyes been shut?

What time is it? It should be around 2 pm right now.

I am hungry.

I open my eyes slowly to see the cucumber, tomato and the carrot next to each other on the kitchen counter. I take them one by one and start chopping and dicing it. I start with the cucumber, cutting it into circular shapes with the knife.

Suddenly the knife looks threatening in my hand.

I check the time. It is 1 pm.

I am off by one hour. My reliable sense of time has eluded me today.

I start chopping the tomato and sense somebody’s hands wrapping mine slowly. The skin of the hands is soft and delicate and envelopes my hands in warmth.

They are a woman’s hands with nicely- trimmed nails & no nail-polish. I can see the transparency of her nails and the white skin under it.

I like that, no nail-polish.

I stop chopping the tomato & turn around to look at her directly. She is completely naked and the flesh of her dusky skin is within my reach. I hold her waist from my right hand & feel her skin. It feels real. I look deep into her brown eyes as they curiously gaze back at me. My eyes wander down to my hand on her waist and fire seems to be emanating from it.

My palm is burning but I feel no sensation and the skin on my right palm looks like the burnt end of a cigarette. The shit of nicotine & tar.

The disgusting anti-smoking ad plays in my mind. I imagine a piece of foam being squeezed with soft hands and the dark grey colored-tar oozing out of it and filling a glass jar kept beneath to the brim.

I close my eyes again.


I open them and there is no naked woman in front of me. Am I imagining all this?

I am a little disappointed but I smell something burning. I bring my palm to my face and the pink flesh of my skin is in place. I look at the gas with the pan on top of it containing cooked vegetables inside.

I open the lid of the pan in which the maid was cooking the vegetables. Smoke escapes and lands right on my spectacles making the glasses moist and everything around me is out of focus. The mist clears and I can see the dark, burnt vegetables sitting in the pan.

The maid must have forgotten to turn the gas off. Who forgets something like that? But she is not like that. She is very careful about things.

But there is no other reasonable explanation. Maybe she is having an off day. I mean, even this city is having an off day today. It has stranded and disappointed its citizens.

I wonder what the city would say if it had a voice right now. Maybe it would flood its citizens so that it is left alone. I wonder if that is what the city is doing right now. I mix all the cut vegetables in a bowl & add some salt & pepper to it. I think of the cut pieces of vegetables wading their way through the bowl in the muck of the mustard sauce I add on top of it.

I toss the salad in a bowl and walk into the living room to see three people sitting on the couch looking at me as if they have been waiting too long. A woman in her mid-30s and two identical young boys who seem to be 8-year olds. All three of them are wet and the water is dripping from their bodies and clothes on to the floor. Water slowly fills up the living room and is heading towards me like an army of small water soldiers.

The cool water touches my feet and I wriggle my toes. I am standing in my place and can’t even think of moving as the water passes under and around the soles of my feet to take over the kitchen and the bedroom. I want to close my eyes but I can’t anymore. I wish to see this through.

I wish to see what happens next and to find out what this all means and where I am.

Curiosity killed the cat, didn’t it.

But my eyes remain open and I see the people sitting on the couch. Curious, darting eyes of the the boys were piercing right through my body making my blood cold. I could feel my body revolting to the sight of the boys but my heart was filling up with warmth.

The woman is sitting cross-legged and her hair is disheveled and wet. Her clothes are torn around her waist revealing her dusky and slightly burnt skin. The light blue top she is wearing is wet and has black marks all over it as if she has escaped a fire.

I lift my hand up to feel the skin on my face. I feel stitches covering my entire face. The stitches complete a roughly drawn circle as they go from my forehead to the temples down to the chin and back up to the forehead from the other side. I am completely dry except for the slight trickle of blood around the stitches.

My face is kept in place with stitches and suddenly I feel the skin of my face slipping down as one by one each stitch is slowly undone. I imagine my head twirling in the air as my vision gets blurry. I fall on the wet floor and see those six sets of eyes looking straight at me.

My eyes shut.


Delusions In The Rain

The 100th Post! Evolution of my blog

The Huffington Post, Mashable and Techcrunch started out as blogs which have turned into big media companies. But the people behind them also put in a lot of resources in time and money. In its early days, Mashable used to churn out 5-6 blogs a day! By that count it must have reached 100 posts in about 18-20 days.

I started this blog in 2011; 8th April being the exact date when I published my first post and it has taken me 5 years to reach 100 posts. But that is because this blog came out of nowhere. For some reason watching the India- Aus World Cup final match in my hostel in April I felt a desire to write about it. Yes, I remember it very clearly. The WC ended on 2nd April with India winning and my first post came on 8th April.

A Match That Mattered. See how short it is. I cannot recall ever posting such a short post in years now.

This blog has come a long way since then and I have tried to write at least one post each month. Considering that I average 20 posts a year, I have been able to write fairly regularly according to my standards.

At first it was just about writing, but later there were two posts I published which a lot of people from my college read and really liked. They were about my experiences of taking my mom for the MasterChef Season 1 audition and of our team not coming in the top 3 in the Contemporary Issues project wherein we had to make an entire documentary.

The two posts are The Words I Never Said and “Failed” Dishes. There was a lot of feedback on these two posts which motivated me to write more. I think there are some posts which are really close to a blogger and would want an audience for that.

I have two on-going series of posts.

  • From My Bookshelf: I review three books I have recently read in this. There are 32 posts with this title which means I have reviewed 96 books. Until now, even I didn’t realize the number of books I had reviewed. Check out the first and the latest post under this title and the changes I have made since then.
  • The Happiness Project: This is something that I have started very recently when I was going through an extremely low-point. It has helped me enormously and is also the most private part of my life out in public. Check out the first one here- The Happiness Project.

I have written about books, travel, personal growth, movies, food, sports, politics and education. Writing about travel is the most difficult since I have to mentally go back to the place I was in and extract emotions from my heart and mind and at the same time keep the posts at an adequate length lest the readers get bored. Sometimes after publishing, I realize that I missed something and then regret not mentioning those points. I have covered my travel to Kashmir, Bhutan, New York, Florida and many other small places as and when I travel including a trek near Mumbai recently.

My most- viewed post has been about my birthday resolution when I turned 24- Some Things To Do Before I Turn 25 but my posts about my CAT exam and the MBA interviews have also been read very frequently.

This blog has unintentionally become a warm and safe cocoon I go to every-time I feel a strong surge of emotions. This may be during travel, or in my personal life or while reading books or just in general. It is a space I go to frequently and pour out the words that come to my head and they keep wandering in there until I put it out here.

A few years down the line I will reach 200 posts, then 300…and maybe 1000 posts someday. But this blog is not about the number of posts but simply about the value it adds to my life on the good and the not-so-good days. 🙂

The 100th Post! Evolution of my blog

Freshly Pressed…

Freshly Pressed is the section on WordPress which gives the most liked or the most visited or the best blogs in the last 24 hours. Today every blogger wants to be read and coming on Freshly Pressed is THE “most coveted honor” for any blogger. I have never been there, so I don’t know how to get there. But a look at today’s Freshly Pressed might give some insights as to what is the “popular opinion”.


All it has is amazing shots clicked by someone. There are 59 responses, all of them saying that the shots are amazing and very colorful. I agree, I like the shots. But there are many blogs which have amazing photos then why only this blog. I don’t know. Maybe because the guy is a professional and already has loyal followers or maybe because these photos bring out the place perfectly.

Nevertheless, anyone interested in photography should go ahead and check it out. 🙂


125 bloggers like this post and 114 have responded (so far). The blog is about a housewife (I presume from the blog) who says how she has become “one of those”. It is a very simple blog, neat actually. The best thing about the blog is that it connects very easily with the people. The title and the content will make many people (over 100 so far) go “Oh yes, I am one of those as well”.


I read this blog twice because I cannot find out what is SO good or different about it. I still don’t actually, but 147 bloggers like this post (so far). So check it out for yourselves.


A good post. I agree to some of the points put forward while I have not seen some of the shows (most, actually). Nevertheless, this blog has 216 likes and 280 comments! Simply because it reflects popular opinion, is brutally honest and has space for response.


Again, very similar to the previous one. Not in content but in the way it has been written. Honest, popular opinion and has space for response. In fact, even I could relate to it. Readers should check it out.


Umm…a good blog about a guy who feel a certain connect with Italy. It has amazing photos though. But why does it come on freshly pressed, I don’t know.


A blog about flowers, for people who love flowers. All the people who have commented have expressed a special love and bond for flowers and that is why this blog is Freshly Pressed (I think so…). It caters to a niche.


Some people travelling in New Zealand have clicked photos and posted them. The pics are amazing and bring out the beauty in nature. And that is pretty much about it. I felt, a sort of a passion for travelling and documenting by the person who has blogged this post and I suppose many people felt that too.


A blog about an essay, actually it IS the essay by a man who read it in one of the blogs. The writer of the essay is widely read and the one who has posted it is definitely inspired by this essay. I did not read the essay, but I will. You should too, simply because the topic “Do what you love” is widely debated in society.


A photo-blog (another one!) about a family that celebrated St. Patrick’s Day at home with friends. I don’t know what is so unique or different about this blog to be Freshly Pressed, but it probably has to do with the fact that one can see a family spending time together, something that most of us don’t in Today’s Age.

Photo-blogs have a sort of a way to be in the Freshly Pressed because people can just look at them and they tell a story in no time. Blogs that are honestly written (and it can be seen), have enough space for responses and that bring out the feeling of a “Yes, this happens with me too!” or “I So agree!” generally come out the winners.

So go ahead and blog what people around you can relate with. 🙂

Freshly Pressed…