May 31, 2013

MaƱana

So I’ve made a deal with myself. You might ask, how does it feel now? I’ve promised to not let it hurt anymore. And not complain even if it does.  I’ve been left behind a bit. Long strides were never my pride.  Did you not hear that I’ve been crying out for help?  But you’ve seen a gleaming light and are sprinting toward it. You’re unstoppable.  Can I possibly blame you? Have fun, you. Lots of it. Just remember that I’ll be thinking of you. Of the flashes of light, and the laughter. I’ll be smiling to myself as I walk alone.  I will reach the Sun someday. Perhaps on…

November 4, 2012

Need To Wake

When a tropical hurricane struck the most developed country in the world, there were discussions, editorials , infographics and serious contemplation on the ‘why’.  Mother Nature isn’t biased. So the reason has to be scientific. Or geographic. Or climatology-related. Over the past week, I have been following the path of Hurricane Sandy quite closely. Metaphorically speaking, of course.  I was alarmed and intrigued when I came across this image in one of Muscat’s dailies.  NY Canaries submerged This had to be a screen shot from Roland Emmerich’s “The Day After Tomorrow”.  Just that it was not. This was real. I have always been passionate about the planet. Not the usual tree-hugger, but…

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…

July 16, 2012

No Strings Attached

How would it feel to be made of steel? To glide through life and let nothing slow you down. To remember nothing that made you laugh or cry. To never have a thing to keep in your cupboard of memories. I’ve never felt that way – am always tied down with things the world calls ‘feelings’. How I wish they wouldn’t make me happy. Happy to care. Happy to give. Happy to be there. Happy to remember. Happy to save things. Happy to call moments precious. They hurt a little, but the happiness outweighs the tears. What a depressing world it would be with no strings attached.