November 27, 2014

‘I love the whole world’

I remember having wanted a gigantic world map from since I was little… Have you heard the Discovery Channel ‘I love the whole world’ jingle? It was playing in my head all the time while we were putting up my new 6 feet tall world map, which was a present to myself from Etsy – all the way from Bulgaria. Now I spent most of the day in my room daydreaming and plotting what part of the planet to step on, next! I love the mountains. I love the clear blue skies. I love big bridges. I love when great whites fly. I love the whole world. And all its sights and…

December 20, 2013

Le nozze di Figaro

For someone who has been raised on western classical music, fed Mozart before baby food and seen their father polish the Beethoven bust every Friday morning, it is quite unnatural to have seen their first opera at the age of 26.  But the Royal Opera House in Muscat is a fairly new concept, and it wasn’t really opera season when we visited Austria so when I saw that ‘The Marriage of Figaro’ was opening this season presented by the Vienna State Opera, nothing could stop me from booking box seats.  ROH, Muscat Box seats, yay! The orchestra and the stage The absolutely stunning interiors It gives me gooseflesh to recall…

June 28, 2013

June 29 | Three Decades

The first vivid memory that most of us probably have is time with our parents. And hence, in theme with today’s topic I am also able to write about two wonderful people that I have been blessed to be able to call my mother and father.  1983. Then.  2013. Now. On the 29th of June, 1983 they were married in a quiet ceremony in Calcutta. I have been a part of most of their journey afterwards and have seen them live the years, with an open heart, a smile on their faces and absolute strength.  I have heard stories from them about the time when they did not even have…

January 24, 2013

Amadeus

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Without doubt, one of the most talented and creative geniuses the world has even seen in the field of western classical music. He wrote his first full scale opera at the age of fourteen and had become a close favourite of the local monarch. His music is of such class that doctors advise pregnant women to listen to Mozart while they’re expecting – research claims that it makes babies more intelligent. My father is what you can call a bonafide Mozart aficionado. So much that even I have probably had the good fortune of hearing hundreds of his compositions. As I have mentioned several times before, my…

November 17, 2012

An Evening With The Arts

The benefits of being born in an extremely culturally inclined family are manifold. I’ve been educated in Indian classical vocals since I was six and Baba’s love for western classical has ensured that I know a little about the subject. When other parents would be taking their children to parks and amusement centres, my father was booking tickets for three to listen to the Royal Oman Symphony Orchestra at the majestic Al Bustan Palace Hotel. Even though it was quite out of budget. Ever since I left Muscat, I have been yearning to listen to a concerto, a hint of an opera or even a solo performance. Perhaps I didnt…

September 22, 2012

Vienna waits for you.

I’m thinking of the snow-capped Austrian Alps. I’m thinking of the Danube. I’m humming songs from the Sound of Music. I’m picturing the baroque years. I can almost hear Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik in the background. I can smell the delicious coffee and sachertortes, coupled with fluent German chatter. I’m slowing down. *** I’m humming Billy Joel; he sings to me… Don’t you know that only fools are satisfied. Dream on – but don’t imagine they’ll all come true. When will you realise, Vienna waits for you.

June 28, 2012

29 on 29

One uptight Bengali joint family. One mad Punjabi house of ‘Pinky Phulka Lao’. One very controversial, yet consensual wedding. Twenty-nine years of wedded bless. She grooves to Daler Mehndi. He worships W.A.Mozart. He does the dishes. She cooks like a wonder. She preserves. He disposes. Both love unconditionally. Through their differences, they have grown stronger. Happy twenty-ninth, Ma-Baba. No child could wish for more. June 29, 1983 | Calcutta  June 29, 2012 | Muscat

June 16, 2012

Good To Be

Its good to be at peace. To not to have to think twice before speaking. To hear the chirping of the cuckoo clock which is a year older than I am. To see an actual bath-tub in the bathroom. To experience uninterrupted electricity supply. To have healthy meals on time. To watch football on a flat-screen with Ma and Baba. To know that the sea is just around the corner. To cruise through spanking clean roads at 120 km/hr. To be in a place bursting with memories. To not hate weekends. Its good to be home.

February 27, 2012

Stoicism

I had once heard and I repeat, given the aptness of the situation;Sometimes what one needs to realise is that courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all. In times where so much seems to be in doubt, each day becomes more trying than the other, the only way out is – be brave.

February 8, 2012

Kolkataaa – You Sexy

No matter what the world thinks, to me Kolkata will always be one of the most beautiful and soulful places on the planet – maybe this connection has got to do something with being born on the soil. Parents’ annual India trip gave me the opportunity to visit early this year for a family reunion of sorts. # Had the most dramatic airport pick up in my life, yet! # Spent a lot of time at home, chatted endlessly with Tham, Baba and Ma. # Ate a lot! God bless mothers. Overdosed on mishti doi and other desserts. # Contributed significantly to Monginis’ February sales target! # Did a little…