The Man on the Balcony A few years ago, during my visit to the United States, I passed through Beverly Hills. My guide pointed out a residence once associated with Michael Jackson and began sharing stories , of how fans would gather, waiting for just a glimpse, hoping he might appear on a balcony and wave. It reminded me of something very familiar. In India too, outside the homes of beloved film stars, people wait patiently, looking up at balconies as though they hold something more than just a person. Almost a presence. And strangely, as I stood there, I could see it. I could almost visualise him standing on that balcony, quiet yet magnetic, while people waited below, holding onto a moment they would carry with them for a lifetime. Even years later, that image never quite left me. When I passed by, a few candles were still lit. It had been more than a decade since his passing, yet people continued to come, to remember. That kind of remembrance doesn’t arise from fame alone. It sp...
Kissa Kursi Ka Life has a quiet way of moving on swiftly, even along the unsettling moments. When someone leaves this world, the pause is brief. Rituals are performed, memories are shared, and soon, routines begin to reclaim their space. The absence remains, but the world does not stand still. It continues, as it always has. Perhaps it was always meant to be this way. In the larger scheme of existence, the eternal cycle of creation, preservation, and dissolution that is Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh exists for all to observe .One creates, one sustains, one dissolves or should l say destroys.No single presence halts this systemic rhythm. Everything that arrives is meant, eventually, to leave. Thus the human life appears fleeting ,almost negligible as compared to the vast scheme. And yet, within this brief span, we attach ourselves deeply to roles, positions, and places. We begin to believe that these define us. Kissa Kursi Ka. In some homes, it appears in the quiet antici...