June 28, 2013

June 29 | Three Decades

The first vivid memory that most of us probably have is time with our parents. And hence, in theme with today’s topic I am also able to write about two wonderful people that I have been blessed to be able to call my mother and father.  1983. Then.  2013. Now. On the 29th of June, 1983 they were married in a quiet ceremony in Calcutta. I have been a part of most of their journey afterwards and have seen them live the years, with an open heart, a smile on their faces and absolute strength.  I have heard stories from them about the time when they did not even have…

March 18, 2013

Happy Birthday, Ma.

❤ There can never be enough said about what a blessing you are. At 57, you are more fabulous and full of life, as ever. In my prayers, I thank the heavens. And hope that I might be able to become more like you some day.

October 21, 2012

Crêperie, s’il vous plaît?

I am often told that I do not eat to live, but rather eat to live.  Food is my panacea.  For when I’m low, when I’m ecstatic, when I’m afraid, when boredom strikes, or even life seem hopeless! As I have already written before, one of my most favourite television shows is definitely the Master Chef series. I also take particular pride in my ‘Gourmandise’ board on Pinterest. Now, since I’m home – I have a very well equipped kitchen at my disposal, and a massively stocked departmental just a few steps away, I’ve begun my experiments with food.  Recipes that I’ve always loved but never dared to create. Yesterday was a…

June 28, 2012

29 on 29

One uptight Bengali joint family. One mad Punjabi house of ‘Pinky Phulka Lao’. One very controversial, yet consensual wedding. Twenty-nine years of wedded bless. She grooves to Daler Mehndi. He worships W.A.Mozart. He does the dishes. She cooks like a wonder. She preserves. He disposes. Both love unconditionally. Through their differences, they have grown stronger. Happy twenty-ninth, Ma-Baba. No child could wish for more. June 29, 1983 | Calcutta  June 29, 2012 | Muscat

June 16, 2012

Good To Be

Its good to be at peace. To not to have to think twice before speaking. To hear the chirping of the cuckoo clock which is a year older than I am. To see an actual bath-tub in the bathroom. To experience uninterrupted electricity supply. To have healthy meals on time. To watch football on a flat-screen with Ma and Baba. To know that the sea is just around the corner. To cruise through spanking clean roads at 120 km/hr. To be in a place bursting with memories. To not hate weekends. Its good to be home.

May 14, 2012

The Second Sunday of May

Since yesterday was Mother’s Day, it gives me immense happiness to reflect into how blessed I am to be born to mine. For so very many reasons.  ♥ Did you know that the official Mother’s Day flowers are carnations?

March 8, 2012

A Better Place

Amid all of the other disturbances, the world seems so much of a better place when Mothers are around. On this Women’s Day, a little tribute to the most beautiful woman I know and an unconditional love that can be never replaced.

February 8, 2012

Kolkataaa – You Sexy

No matter what the world thinks, to me Kolkata will always be one of the most beautiful and soulful places on the planet – maybe this connection has got to do something with being born on the soil. Parents’ annual India trip gave me the opportunity to visit early this year for a family reunion of sorts. # Had the most dramatic airport pick up in my life, yet! # Spent a lot of time at home, chatted endlessly with Tham, Baba and Ma. # Ate a lot! God bless mothers. Overdosed on mishti doi and other desserts. # Contributed significantly to Monginis’ February sales target! # Did a little…

November 30, 2011

Shaadi Mubarak!

2011 has been big on the weddings front. Two very close friends and a brother got hitched and I’m very fortunate that I was able to be present and collect my own share of happy memories with them. Ridhima-Bhavya in May, Shoi-Bulan in July and most recently, Riki Bhaiya and his Jabalpur bride this month. Amongst a variety of speculations on whether I would be or should be able to attend the November wedding, I decided that regardless of what happened in the past, such functions are times when the entire family comes together and if possible one should be present. Thus began my four day expedition from Gurgaon to…

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…