May 26, 2016

Ma’salama

Whenever I was asked the casual “So, where are you from?” question, I found myself debating the answer in my head. Should I say Calcutta, where I was born? Or is it Oman, where I spent over two decades? Eventually, I always launch into a lengthy explanation which probably made the person asking the question immediately regret it! Ha. The beautiful, yet relatively undiscovered Sultanate I grew up in is where my mind goes to, when I think of a happy place. There aren’t any nosy relatives here, no politics, no negativity. Just my family, pristine beaches, clear blue skies and really amazing shawarma. What’s not to love! But it…

May 22, 2016

This Time Next Week…

…everything will be different. A lot I love would be left behind. A number of new experiences will await. It is unnerving, to say the least. 

December 8, 2012

Base Shift.

And just when I thought I was getting used to the violently red and yellow walls at my new workplace, we’ve been shifted to a new location. The team has expanded so violently that there seems to be no way to accommodate us in the existing facility. Thus, came into the picture a sprawling villa at Muscat’s sort-of-posh ‘Al-Sarooj’ locale. The enclosure I sit in is in an absolute corner – so we can all guess what I’m going to do in my leisure! It has many more windows. Actually there’s so much sun that I have had to write to HR asking for some blinds. Its nice.  As is customary, I…

October 26, 2012

Let It Be Me

I was just spending another afternoon watching one of my favourite television series – Criminal Minds. Those who think of it to be full of violence and meaningless bloodshed couldn’t be more wrong. The core of the series is the people. As it is in life. The friendships, the laughter, the things they say to each other while they try to get through their lives. As it happens with the overtly emotional, I often get involved. In a manner as though they were my friends. Today’s episode had a departure. Those are the always the most difficult. There was a monologue one of the main characters voiced, which she wrote in…

September 24, 2012

Anaesthesia

There used to be a time when I plugged in music to keep out the noise. All the voices, talk and neighbouring paraphernalia.   Now I do the same to block the silence. The deafening quiet.   They say change is inevitable and for the better.

September 9, 2012

New Innings

So I finally did make the move. After a very crazy August, where I spent a lot of time in airports and questioned myself repeatedly about the decision that I had taken – I find myself in a new place, surrounded by new people in an absolutely new environment altogether. The comfort zone is a really prized concept. I don’t know how people do this frequently. This wrapping up one life and starting another, in a wink. I have so much baggage – literally and metaphorically, that even the thought of doing this again exhausts me. Today is my fourth day at work at Zeenah PR, and there’s not a moment that goes…

August 28, 2012

Time Of Our Lives

To think of it, seems like only yesterday that I walked into the office of a rather unknown firm – a R & PM Edelman. I had never heard of them, not before I had begun organising internships for my public relations batch at college. By the end of the college year, in a whirl, I had interviewed with them, got selected and chose Gurgaon as a desired geography. Although most of the ‘why’ behind Delhi NCR is now blurry, I do clearly remember day one at Edelman. A neatly tucked office, with not more than 20 people. The six of us who had been recruited from SIMC were seated on…

August 21, 2012

The Week That Will Be…

This week has the makings of things I will remember for a while. Going to and fro between Gurgaon and Kolkata two times over. Incessant rainfall. A whole lot of goodbyes. Change. To say that I am terrified, is an understatement.

July 16, 2012

No Strings Attached

How would it feel to be made of steel? To glide through life and let nothing slow you down. To remember nothing that made you laugh or cry. To never have a thing to keep in your cupboard of memories. I’ve never felt that way – am always tied down with things the world calls ‘feelings’. How I wish they wouldn’t make me happy. Happy to care. Happy to give. Happy to be there. Happy to remember. Happy to save things. Happy to call moments precious. They hurt a little, but the happiness outweighs the tears. What a depressing world it would be with no strings attached.