March 26, 2014

R-O-F

Today, I was reminded of the little music group that I used to be a part of during graduation days in Pune.  Having lived my life in Muscat with Baba as my only musical conscience, it was pretty easy for me to tell the melody of a violin from a cello by the time I was eight – but I couldn’t define what rock or pop was for the life of me, and I had never heard of Coldplay, well into 17 years of age. I met the most delightful people in those years. They taught me so many things – introduced me to the world of Western soaps, rock…

February 23, 2013

One Day…

A toast. To the days when the roof was leaky. The midnight birthday revelries. To the horror that were exams. The peals of laughter at silly jokes at group study sessions. To the dreadful lack of nutrition. The small joys that chicken lollypops could bring. To missing family, but having friends around. The clouds floating through windows. To being angry with everything. The singing aloud while on trips. To not being able to afford almost everything. The jointly singing Happy Birthday Harry Potter. To thinking that this would never end. The weeping silently while saying goodbye. The years of struggle. The years of innocence. The years of joy. A toast to them…

April 17, 2012

April Wedding

I can still remember Rashi from the graduation days – when I did not know her, she seemed to be an introvert, quiet, with a pleasing personality. In second year, destiny brought us together in a beautiful apartment in Viman Nagar as room mates. The rest has been history. She was my sister-in-arms, friend and comic relief for two whole years. We have innumerable memories, photographs and moments that I treasure. Soon, Mimi and Ambika came along as our juniors and E-8 Konark Campus became a home. There were clandestine birthday plans, evening tea parties, movie screenings, head-massage sessions, group study, random photo days and drink nights! You can hardly make friends like…

April 13, 2012

An Education

In the midst of all the corporate meetings, incessant jargon-fleeced rambling, the vicious circle of unending reports and plans, I miss the part when I actually enjoyed what I did because almost everyday I learnt something new. Talking about learning I often reminisce, thinking about some of the brilliant lectures and talks we were exposed to – while in college. There were those when I just put my head down on the table and slept through the entire one and a half hours. And then there were those where I sat myself in the first row, listened intently and tried to write down everything that came out of the professor’s mouth….