Knock, knock

By Trilokjit Sengupta The crawling internet mobs are at it again. Moving from one place to the other. Sharing, talking, conversing. Rohit tells you where he went for dinner. Harleen exclaims in joy at getting the new iPhone. Cantyll trashes a wellanticipated film on...

On turning 30

By Trilokjit Sengupta 30 is a great age for reason. And to look back at your life and wonder if all the scenes were enacted with the same degree of panache and finesse that you had constructed in your head. The inconsistencies, the opportunities lost, the things left...

Images and words

By Trilokjit Sengupta This weekend, I learnt something new. It all started last week when I got an excitable call from photographer and a dear friend, Colston (Julian). The Photographer’s Guild of India had organized a workshop with Prabuddha Dasgupta and Colston...

Bombay, blue

By Trilokjit Sengupta Sardines gasping for breath in perspired synchronisation. Collective gasps. Silent gasps. Unheard. Drowned in a decibel level so high that to truly understand this point you might have to think a little louder. Maybe even scream. Your 36,987th...

Travels in the blogarium

By Trilokjit Sengupta It’s Thursday. My “A Wodehouse A Week” project is coming along very well. Finished ‘Thank you, Jeeves’ for the umpteenth time last night and almost immediately my world felt settled. The shoulders resumed normal...