October 27, 2017

Minnesota Nice

One of the first fun memories I have, after moving to the States was the July fourth trip that I took to Minneapolis. It began not very different from several memorable trips I’ve taken – it started with a Google chat ping. I was a part of a conversation between Akshay V. and his childhood friend (and someone I’d heard loads about from common friends), Tulika where they were discussing how I would be transported to Minnesota for the long weekend. I attempted to punctuate with rationales to decline such as I was on a student budget – but before I knew it, there were tickets in my inbox. So,…

September 17, 2015

Counting blessings.

It just dawned me on a few days ago that this September marked three years of my move from India to Oman. It was a dizzying thought, to picture how the time had flown past. When most people ask me what it is like, here – I usually complain. I find myself harping over the 10 months of summer, the lack of public transportation, the general aura of apathy that the country wears, my friendless-ness and the list could really go on. Sitting at my recently redecorated cubicle on a particularly optimism-filled day, I thought to myself of how much good had come out of these past few years. There…

July 4, 2015

Paris of the East

They say that the friends you make at school and college are the ones who last a lifetime. I wasn’t so fortunate during school, but met the most wonderful people during my years in Pune and Gurgaon – and I am ever so grateful. When Ankita and I lived and worked together at Edelman, things were not always painless and tranquil, given our limited means, but I think of those days fondly as some of the best years of my life – yet. So, when she mentioned that Aditya and her were planning to see some more of Europe and asked me if I would like to join, I almost…

June 17, 2015

A Wedding & A Reunion

As the years are going by, most of us can find ourselves being absorbed in our lives leaving little time to reflect and lesser opportunities to do impulsive things.  But those days were the best, weren’t they? The living on a hilltop, the pathetic excuse of food that the mess served us, the small joys of a cancelled class, samosa-pav, the absolutely random conversations and the people – who kept you company when you cried, who brought you food from the city, who made sure you had a cake on your birthday, who sat you down and made you create your blog. Those are the people that I will remember…

February 24, 2015

A Ceylon Odyssey

I’m usually known to procrastinate specific things in life like exercise, collecting on finances and making phone calls among others, but I feel most guilty when I delay writing travelogues. From personal experience, I feel that the memories and trivia are most fresh within the week of returning from a trip, making it the opportune moment to pen it down for memory’s sake. It has been over two months to my trip to the island nation of Ceylon, and I’ve only got down to penning it down today. Milan and I had been planning to travel together for almost over a year. The Calcutta monotony was getting to her and…

November 18, 2014

Euphoria…

This has happened to me before.  The getting overtly attached to people and places.  Watching them inch away and stare helplessly. And then doing it all over again.  In the past two years, TV series have sort of replaced my social life.  The characters have become friends – faces that I look forward to seeing everyday.  I laughed aloud at their silly pranks. And sobbed quietly when they hurt and even secretly prayed for them to be okay.  Despite it all, I knew I could come home and there they would be.  To tell me yet another story.  Make me feel like I was right there in their lives; a…

August 1, 2014

Hrvatska!

A couple of months ago, on weekend family movie night, the parents and I were watching this Satyajit Ray classic – ‘Agantuk’. Translated into English, it means ‘The Stranger’ and is about a family dealing with the sudden visit of a long lost uncle. In the film, this uncle, having travelled the world, educates us about wanderlust (Did you know that this term is an English loanword which was already extant in the German language – pronounced wander-loost). It’s a rush like no other. A bug that bit me early in my twenties, inspired by the company I kept and their love for just packing bags and stepping out. And I…

February 9, 2014

Calcutta, always.

The last time I saw my grandmother was a year and a half ago. I’ve been feeling the guilt for a while now. My baby nieces are growing by the day.  Mamata Banerjee has changed almost all the names of the metro stations to utter ridiculousness.  Winters are also the season for rasgullas made of jaggery.  The closest cousin is going through awful times and I feel terrible for not being able to be there for her.  So when I heard that a college mate was getting married in the home city, there was no way I was going to let it pass.  It was just over a week, and…

December 9, 2013

DXB

So where does all of Oman go whenever we have an extended weekend?  Step out during the Eid holidays to see the Muscat streets sparsely populated and you just know it. Everyone is in Dubai!  While growing up, that’s what we did too. Drove down to the United Arab Emirates, stayed with friends or family and had picnics near the Creek. Even in the 90’s Dubai and Abu Dhabi was spotted with skyscrapers and didn’t really stir up any awe-enhancing feelings in me.  This December, on the eve of the Omani National Day holidays, I went back to the city after nine whole years. And boy, has it changed. It…

November 6, 2013

The Movies

Yesterday I made a spur-of-the-moment decision to go out with my colleague, Abdullah. He lives by himself and drives to the UAE almost every weekend – and when he doesn’t – he asks if we would like to do something, but my laziness and driving guilt have always engulfed me.  So when we decided to watch Captain Phillips, I felt a positive oddness at the act of booking movie tickets online. Then I remembered why. The last movie I had watched at the cinemas was The Hobbit – Part 1, way back in December last year.  Not only was I stunned, I felt really awful about it.  A year and…