by Jafar Rehman
There are days when I sit and start reflecting on the bullshit the world sells to us. How people on Twitter call each other ugly/trash and judge people. How Instagram is forcing us to post throwback pictures. How marketers will try and sell a concept to you to make your life better. The business of… Continue reading Enough
You see photography is one thing that I've been doing since 2007. Yes, I have taken pauses for as long as months and years but somehow I never let it die completely. I had ordered some equipment back in 2019 and couldn't use it due to a busy life and a lot of procrastination. Couple… Continue reading Coming back to photography
I have been lounging on the bean bag for hours now which isn't the best thing. The hall has one small light on and the episodes of Seinfeld keep playing on and on. I am way past my bed time but I cannot get myself to go and sleep. I am sleepy by the way.… Continue reading The bean bag
I have hit a block. But before that, I remember being in East of Kailash this one time. Due to barricading, I thought of taking a different way from inside the colony. I was driving with my window down and had some nice music on and then I hit a roadblock. Hah! So with no… Continue reading The scary block
My keyboard broke and I can't type certain letters which is a bit irritating. Now I opened the machine (took it apart) and tried working my way around it but it didn't help. Why render the laptop completely useless? Anyway, I have a good amount of work now and one might say that I have… Continue reading A broken keyboard
You and I had dreams. We had really big dreams and honestly I couldn't afford to dream much and now I finally realize I was wrong. Life had been difficult and it had been cruel. Anyway, I am not going to talk about my life today but about the notebook I found and what was… Continue reading The old diary
Then the blood rushed to my nose and it felt weird. You remember right? I have a few issues with my nose or you forgot? I remember sometimes looking at my friends in a restaurant or in a shop when they would smoke. Cigarettes after cigarettes and I would wonder how lucky and stupid they were… Continue reading A cigarette and a nose
And I changed and you changed and that is what I was told. There is no use in denying the fact that it is an absolute truth. Change is the only constant thing. You know the hardest part is not the change but accepting it. The very fact that things have changed and people have changed… Continue reading Change
I had stopped planning any trips post-2013. After getting free from my duties I checked in to a hostel and then went around the grand city. I found myself at the entrance of The Taj, Mumbai. The difference was that I stood across the road. I looked at the majestic Arabian sea for quite some time, a… Continue reading Bombay Part 1
I noticed the fluttering pages of the diary on the table. It revealed several pages I had written to you over a certain period of time. I had tried to make sense and put it out there on the papers that were once blank. And then this thought crossed my mind that my letters, notes,… Continue reading Pages
Thoughts of a Crooked Mind 