October 3, 2012

Month-old

Seems like just the other day that I was packing bags and cartons to send via Gati to Kolkata. Only last week that I walked into the cabin at Edelman India to say goodbye. Just the last weekend that I had such a gloriously drunken time with the girls at home. And just like that I look at the calendar and it’s been a month at Zeenah today. It’s a funny feeling. I don’t know whether to be surprised at the fact that four weeks have rushed by. Or whether to wonder why I keep regular tabs on Edelman and what happens there. I haven’t written much about my work…

September 17, 2011

New Diary

The goodbyes are always the most difficult. I’ve done this year on year, and although I believe I have grown stronger, it shakes me up to think that tomorrow this time, I wont be here. Not in this room, not in this country. Not with the people I care for most. Sometimes, I wonder to myself – they years are so precious and we spend them trying to prove all kinds of things to ourselves and others. In twenty years from today, will there be any regrets? And how would I console myself if there are. Choices are aplenty and I do not understand why I choose to do what…

August 31, 2011

This is the thing

I’ve been quite the fool And you’ve quietly let me I am lonely And you see me fight it alone I know you cause me pain And I should colour you black I try to wrench you open And every single time I fail I’ve no fight left in me But the eyes blazed with ambition and confidence I don’t know if you’ve even noticed at all That lately the eyes are blurring I feel the secret’s out And you smile behind my back Your mind’s made up And your heart is closed You might lend me your hand But your heart is shut away I dont know if you…

March 31, 2011

Pawwky

It is just like turning the pages of a calendar, a kind of stone we step across, a chapter of the book we’re done with reading.Welcome to the philosophy of moving on. It is rather prevalent here, in this corporate jungle. New people pouring in and some of the older ones silently getting off the bus – it is all a part of what is better known as ‘life’. Almost a year ago, I moved to a new city, a new workplace, met so many new people – but as life would have it, some are always slightly more special than the others. Such was this child to me. Exceedingly…