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…

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…

June 19, 2014

Nobody says goodbye

Nobody says goodbye anymore. Everyone just seems to disappear silently. They drift away quietly into the distance. There is not even an explanation to why you don’t talk anymore. You are just left hanging there with all these questions in your mind. And it hurts the most because these are the goodbyes that were never said. Nobody ever says goodbye anymore. People just leave with no warning. I came across this on Facebook and was stirred by how much I could connect and how sad it was. This is dedicated to those who I have left behind or have moved away without closure – I’m thinking of you today.

July 27, 2013

Cryptex.

See a drop of blood darken the snow Stare at a blinking light for hours Sit by the phone that never rings Stow away all the boxes Build a home with pillars of sawdust Make sure the floor is quicksand Slap the walls with posters of faith And then, paint the front door red Place your hand on the pulsating speaker Scream as loud as you can  Submerge yourself in water; hold your breath Come back gasping for air *** Sometimes no matter what you do, it never is enough Even when you run the hardest and for the longest time, you always come in second What do you do…

November 12, 2012

The Lonely VCR

Remember video cassettes? Before floppy drives, CDs, DVDs and external hard drives, those little black boxes contained people’s entire worlds. Mine as well. As I disposed of over 50 of them a few days ago, I was fondly reminded of how important they used to be to me.  TV recordings of Disney Hour, numerous animated movies – from Cinderalla to Chip ‘N’ Dale to the Asterix series, taping of documentaries by National Geographic broadcast on Oman TV, figure skating, old hindi and bengali movies.  My personal favourites – the Miss World competitions where Miss Venezuela would always look the best but not speak a word of sense and a recording…

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…

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…

December 19, 2009

The beginning of the end

This blog has been close to extinction. However, a lecture at college today about social media, by a professional from IABS left me rejuvenated. I am back at Pune, at the beginning of the very end of my course. This time in Kolkata was a complete vacation. Most of the time I would find myself on the easy chair facing the new Sony Bravia, poring over the Calcutta Times, attempting to identify the movies on TV. There I would sit myself down with food and drink till it was night. An extremely uneventful internship, and a cousin’s wedding made up the two months which whooshed away without my knowledge. It…