Scribbling in the Himalayas


I want to write

Write about the alpenglow of hope

and about the rainbow of life.

Write about the time-lapse of moments

and the hyper-lapse of wait.

Write about blueness of the sky

swirling with the dancing clouds.

Write about the silent conversations with the mountains,

About getting lost in the woods

and finding our way, somehow 🙂



With Love, from the Mountains


We never really meet people! We meet stories!

Similarly so, we never really see photographs, we see stories!

We were in Auli, Uttrakhand shooting a travel documentary. When it suddenly started raining and we had to wrap up the entire set up. We sought refuge in a nearby tea shop (Ohh, these little mountain shops!!!).  Enjoying my hot cup of tea, I just saw the rain pour. Drop by drop, calmly so.

It’s not just a picture, it is a moment 🙂

A well bookmarked, dog-eared moment!


The “uuhhss” and the “ahhhs” of this Bumpy Ride called Film Making

Quick Downpour:

Non-Film makers can be lethally bored –Tread with caution! Chandni Chowk, a place everyone from the human and not-so-human race needs to pass as a test of survival skills. A Budget film can be a real sonuvabitch. Free actors/anchors are like those unwanted pair of smelly shoes, you want to but can’t throw away, cause they are dear to you. Rickshawallas are the real mafias. This is not a crash course in film making. Yep, you may call it the “uuuhhhss” and the “ahhhs” of this bumpy ride called film making! Anyway, let’s continue!

The Thought:

Now my mentor, the Scorpio guy, is bad ass when it comes to script writing, He is like an analogue clock. Ancient. He almost behaves as if  the ghost of F. Scott Fitzgerald haunts him, to keep the art of script writing alive. But this blog is not about him. So don’t pay much attention to him.

“One does not have to be able to see to write films, one has to be able to imagine” ~ David Mamet

It simply means, that what you see on screen is a mere 1/10 of the amount of time, we frugal film makers, dedicate a lot to pre production. It’s downright boring. Yet it gives a backbone to the film. So there are no instant noodles in film making, I mean it!

Made with love and passion

Me thinks, these are the fundamental key ingredients to create  anything. So go on, take re-takes, take bytes, align the frame, manage the mayhem and the crowd! You are no Nat Geo and people really don’t care a damn about your film. But this is what I have believed, since I was 6, you gotta fight for your candy (read dreams). You gotta fight for your dreams, protect them, nurture them, kid. Cause the world will never understand how dear are they to you.

Here’s summing it up

After spending the last two weeks of shooting this short food documentary, wrapping our heads around the script and treatment, braving it up in 42° Old Delhi heat, and the filmy mumbo jumbo, it’s undiluted fun to shoot… to wear the director’s cap! Would love to post the link  and share it with you fellas, when we complete it!


To the lost little one…


I want to write about you, with love!

Drop you off the edges of meaningless words,

Liberate an inch of my soul, when words sail away in silence.


I wish I could write about you, with love!

Wish I could ship away some thoughts in little boats called words,

Smile away, when I see you sail by, far.

I want to write about you, with love!

Drop you off! Ash you away! With love!

But I’d rather crumble this sheet and sleep over all of it!


For the love of Greed gracious!

FB_IMG_1484762825360 “I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”

Simone de Beauvoir

Old World Charm


He was like a lawless jungle

made of wild instincts.

He was like a child’s smile,

Venturing in a wondrous world.

He was like a hymn.

One that I wanted to hear, even before I discovered it!

He was made of crazy sunshine,

in gloomy rains.

He was made of thoughtful coffee sips

on a rainy day!


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Neal's Epiphany

Dear Me,

You and I go way back, to the beginning. We’re one hundred percent connected in a way no one will–or could ever–understand. We’ve been there, standing together. Sometimes crying in the shower, sometimes snorting through our nose, but it’s always been you and me. Always and forever…

Or so it was supposed to be, but some time ago I left you–

I left you floundering on your own, to rely on love and encouragement and strength from others–from strangers–when it was I who should have held you up. When it was I who should have hugged you and praised you and appreciated you for the wondrous person you are–for all the beauty and life you bring to this world.

I seldom tell you how much I love you. How much I admire you. How beautiful and caring and intelligent and strong you are. That you are my hero.

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Once upon a time, in Har Ki Dun

Campsite: Har Ki dun UNEDITED!
I was standing under the light of a thousand stars. At a far distance, I could see the burning flames of bonfire.The laughter of a group of fellow trekkers and the soft murmuring of river Supin was all I could hear. It was the night of the first snowfall in Har Ki Dun. Wild freezing winds wrapped us all in the arms of nature.
To the unforgettable skies!
When suddenly, a kitchen helper (bhula, a native word for younger brother) came out of the kitchen tent right next to me. He discovered that the frosty water in the bucket, used to wash utensils, had developed an initial layer of ice. He plunged an ice axe in the bucket to break the thin ice.
And casually started washing utensils with the freezing water.
If you ask me, what I felt in Har Ki Dun, in complete honestly, I’ll tell you that I felt small. Small under the luminous light of a thousand stars, as if the universe up above is vast and unknown. It is full of uncountable stars and you are just another short story in the universe. I felt small under the wild force of powerful winds, small under the courage of the casual act of how someone was so comfortable with washing utensils with freezing water.
My personal universe started to look small, under the panorama of hopefully twinkling stars. In that moment, all our urban worries of this modern world, the hustle bustle of meeting deadlines, completing targets, attaching self importance to everything and hyping our own existence- all start to fade away!
No wonder, the mighty mountains resonate humility.
No wonder that Himalayan people are so humble.
Need I say more?
Therefore, I urge you to travel. Travel to explore the different shades of life and the Himalayas. And trust me, each trek teaches us something. You will never be the same person, as you were when you started the trek!