It is true that when a sentence is paraphrased, it changes it’s meaning. It is like life, when you change the way you look at it, it changes the way it looks back at you.
I have met many people, seen a bunch of different places, lived with immoderation, and in each of those times, life has meant different things to me. At times square in new york - it meant being someone famous one day, in new delhi - it meant being home and comfortable, at camping and rafting - …

Life has a funny way to get back at you, and keep things on an even keel. Some people call it Karma, while others still spiritually challenged like me call it coincidence. I was having a perfect Saturday in Chicago with my friends. An architectural cruise of the city, followed by shopping at Michigan avenue, further followed by the legally blond musical Broadway in downtown where they serve decent champagne in a plastic glass. And that is not it, we further rounded it by late night dinner at Rush street where …

Chicago’s skyline is like that classic Marilyn Monroe dress - up and down all around. The second tallest building in the city, after the Sears tower, is the John Hancock. The 95th floor in the building houses a trade mark restaurant that is christened as the ‘Signature room’. I had some friends visiting me recently and we made reservations to the signature room on a perfect Friday night. My first visit to John Hancock was back in 2006, when I had visited the Signature Lounge, also located on the 95th …

I saw this one a couple of weeks ago. At the outset, I must admit, it falls into the same trap of ‘book being a better read than it’s cinematic adaptation’. But I also truly believe it is unfair to judge a book by it’s cover and movies by their ability to adapt a best seller. Most best sellers always allow a lot of room for reader imagination, which can go wild. The movies however, are just a 120 minutes visual experience based on the directors vision and creativity.
I read …

This one was practiced several times by us in 1997. I can’t even remember the name of the song, but because I sang this one so many times, I do remember the lyrics fairly well. Here is how it went…(well almost)
Next to my home in a lonely house,
There lived a boy who’s name was Kurt,
More than any other thing, he used to play Guitar,
And I knew there and then, he is gonna be a star
Then one day I met him down the street,
His face was blue and spirits green,
I asked …