I moved to Pune as a 25-year-old in July 2013. Being born and brought up in Delhi, Pune was the first city outside of Delhi I was going to call home for next two years. So, when I landed, I was nervous, scared, excited, and wanted to socialize. Talk to almost everyone I'd meet, even [...]
Who Am I? I am. That is the only truth. Who am I? What’s my purpose? Wish that was easy to answer. But, I won’t leave you disappointed. Let’s try. I am. That every runner. Who runs for days on trails. And nights chasing nothing. Suffers in pain. Dies every day. But, survives like [...]
A Postcard For Peace And Love Go back to Second Part Every year, on my birthday I run distances equivalent to my age. Like 19 km for 19 years, 20 km for 20 years, growing to 22 miles for 22 years and then 250 km for 25 years. When I turned 26, I decided to [...]
A Postcard For Peace And Love Go back to the first part. February of 2006 was the time when I had first open argument with my father when I was denied to apply for admission to medical/engineering school in Aligarh Muslim University and Jamia Millia Islamia, because of obvious reasons. Since then, I never stopped [...]
A Postcard For Peace And Love Muslims are not humans, they're demons, violent. They do black magic. They're inferior to us, Hindus. All of them are exactly our opposite; dirty, terrorists and won't refrain from killing us. Eating us. They reproduce so much, the main reason for India's overpopulation. I will never allow one of [...]
Click here for Part I I fail to keep my feet warm. My toes are numb and temperature outside is still 20 degrees below freezing. As I lay in my sleeping bag, I'm thinking of time I spent in Vipassana Meditation where I'd stay in meditative state for 17 hours a day that lasted for 10 [...]
"I do not want to read in tomorrow's newspapers - an Indian found dead in hills of Bromont. Gaurav, trust me this doesn't sound a good idea. I will say while reading, I warned this guy on Christmas eve but he didn't listen." Snow-clad streets of Montreal, 6 degrees below freezing, windy and my first [...]
Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Flip, face up. Compress chest. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Check the breathing. Do you feel anything? Nothing. Check if anything is visible in mouth? Nothing. Check the heartbeat. It's high. Do babies normally have high heart rate? I don't know. Look up at his mother. How is she doing? She's in [...]
Village Naya Khera. Udaipur. Rajasthan. India. It's Monday late morning and I decide to climb Aranya, the closest major hill in India's oldest Mountain Range - The Aravallis, 4000 ft high. Loose gravel, sand, soft rocks, freshly laid asphalt and dry soil. I cross all in a jiffy to find myself in a field of [...]
“Om bhu Om sah. Om bhurva bhavah swaha. Om triyambakamyajamahae Sugandhimpushtivardhanam. Urvarukamivbandhan mrityurmukhshiya mamratat.” I hear this verse in Sanskrit, an ancient Indian language, on a gloomy November morning in the city of New Delhi. It has suddenly got cold, overnight. As I stand amid the noise of traffic from a nearby road, I’m staring [...]
