a memoir of etchings and wanderings
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 … Continue reading “Month-old” →
Somehow it has already been a week at the new workplace and somehow I have to get used to the fact that Wednesday is the new Friday. So evidently the weekend is here and I have to catch up on my sleep for the last five days. Did I mention that I wake up at 7 am and take a shared cab to be at work at 8? Yes, … Continue reading “Wednesday” →
While the entire twitter universe is talking about the Pakistani Independence Day today and Google has dedicated a rather thoughtful doodle to the occasion, I’m reminded of the times when I took the subject rather seriously. 65 years to the day that our nation was declared independent, but I wonder what has really changed. Are we really free to do what we like? And even if we are let off … Continue reading “Borders” →
Who goes drinking on Tuesday nights? Four girls. Cafe Morrison. Drama. Many laughs. “V”. Long Island Ice Teas. An unending slice of chocolate cake. Waay to many Cosmopolitans attributable to Ladies Night. John Mayer singles. Spicy potato sliders. Bhardwaj, Shukla and their tall drinks! Yes, thats an iPhone! With a lavender cover! Thank you for letting me hold it, Milan ♥ There was minimum talk about work. I havent laughed this … Continue reading “Tuesdays at Morrison” →
And it seems like just the other day when I was on the flight from Muscat to Gurgaon. A city which I had heard only evil things about – so near the big bad Delhi (as most Bengalis perceive and teach their children), where everything is ‘unsafe’, extremely expensive, impersonal and positively scary. Just the other day that I was looking for paying-guest rooms and people to stay with in this new … Continue reading “Two Years Since” →
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. … Continue reading “April Wedding” →
There’s an outburst of ‘Our offices are closed for the holidays’ emails – it’s definitely that time of the year. Even though I didnt get a tree, a present or even a cake, this weekend was happy and full of people and a few of my favourite movies on television. Friday evening began with meeting Pisho, who was here all week for the Ranji trophy match which his team won. … Continue reading “The last 2011 weekend” →
Ritesh Sidhwani and Farhan Akhtar have, for quite a while been making movies which appeal to audiences with absolutely ordinary, even mundane lives to break free; they have been screaming out ‘One life, live it to the fullest’. Be it the original college boys in ‘Dil Chahta Hai’, or the superbly inspiring Hrithik Roshan story in ‘Lakshya’, the musical muses in ‘Rock On!’, to the most recent of bromances in … Continue reading “Paint it Red and Blue” →
It never rains when you want it to. Life is unpredictable, as are the people who form it. That seems to my biggest problem with it. Why cannot we stay still for a while, why cannot things that have taken months and years to perfect, not rest a little for a moment – just so that one can admire the effort put into creating them. The older and the wiser … Continue reading “Time of My Life” →
Although I cannot stop complaining about the way my life is increasingly edging towards mundane, looking back at my photo albums, there seems to have been a lot of movement. There seems to be a lot happening and I haven’t been able to keep account of the activities, so in no particular order, here goes: # Ridhima got married. Swetha, Bhardwaj and I splurged on an air-conditioned cab to get … Continue reading “Summer Tales” →