Neo Imaginations

            Travelling without ticket is an offence and a social embarrassment too. But meet the superstar of WT world (Without Ticket), Arun Sharma. He is a serial WT traveller. Not that he has a problem buying tickets but he does it for sheer passion. He can be seen very often swinging between Delhi and Jhansi his native place on weekends. The moment he reaches Railway Station his eyes start beaming with enthusiasm to display his talent of ticketless travelling.  He has conquered all big brands  like Rajdhani, Shatabdi, Jan Shatabdi, Sampark Kranti and so on. To my surprise he has travelled all classes ranging from 2 AC to General Compartment without the least fear of being caught and assaulted publicly. He is impeccably dressed and a complete business class looking guy. His confidence is more dominant than a person holding a confirmed ticket for that matter. On few occasions when he travels on officially issued tickets he feels unea...

          Nothing can be as soothing as a platter of Hot garnished Chicken Biriyani. No matter how sad or broken you are, Chicken Biriyani can rob you off all your sorrows and pains.  For a gourmet like me it is the Ultimate salvation.  The aroma of Basmati rice with aesthetic spices like cloves, cinnamon, cardamom and saffron can help any ordinary soul to attain Nirvana. The length of steamed  Basmati rice and multiple flavours of the spices is the most magical ecstasy that a foodie has ever known. Biriyani is as delicious to see as to savour. It is a lethal combination of colour, aroma, taste and texture. The roasted chicken pieces when artistically placed over Basmati rice and garnished with Mint leaves is a luscious treat in itself. Mint and chopped onions have another secret affair with Biriyani. The squeezed lemon is the right catalyst to challenge your taste buds and draw lines of over eating. The sneeky bay leaves with whole cloves ...

Neoimaginations I ran and ran, when tired I walked and walked but kept going ahead. I never stopped. I never reposed. A meanwhile halt would have corrupted the tempo. Moving was a trend and trend is life. But then I turned my head sideways. Sideways to share my joy of moving ahead, sideways to see my people my folk with whom I started. But I was alone. I was running in solitude. No one to cheer, no one to smile in cohesion. Suddenly the joy of tempo punctured like an inflated tire. The destination no longer lingered on my mind. The hollowness sustained, persisted. Now I was running but halfheartedly. Suddenly the lights, the glitters on my way were flickering and then diminishing. Deep in my heart I knew I was walking in dark. The lights so far were all my illusion, I was in a hallucination. The realization of truth was coming now. Sometimes we see things better in dark. Light always don’t help us. Darkness sometimes does. So now I know; I can either run ahead in...