a memoir of etchings and wanderings
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 … Continue reading “A Wedding & A Reunion” →
Sisters are a blessing. I imagine if I had one of my own, I’d never feel the need of a best friend. As far as memory takes me, the word always made me think of Pooja. She’s my first cousin and I met her once a year while on summer holidays. Those memories will last me a lifetime. Spending afternoons listening to the radio and giggling. Devouring watermelon and pomegranate … Continue reading “The Nikaah.” →
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 … Continue reading “Calcutta, always.” →
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 … Continue reading “June 29 | Three Decades” →
This one took an unnatural amount of thinking. I cannot explain why. And even now, I’m not sure if what I’m about to write about is actually something that I will never forget – but its the closest it will get. Picture a Bengali wedding, or just any Indian wedding. Loads of relatives. Total chaos. I love weddings. Even more when its in the family, and I can be completely … Continue reading “Day 25# Blessings. Something I was told, I might never forget” →
The small wonders of life constantly surprise me. I still smile thinking of how worried I was about moving to Delhi at the end of my post graduation. Little did I know that these would be some of the best years of my life. Like I always maintain, the people matter most and this post is about one of the most amazing people who I came into close acquaintance with, during … Continue reading “The Korba Wedding.” →
If I were to ever believe that matches were made in heaven, I would always think of these two. They’re both very different people, yet as similar as can be. The thought of moving to Gurgaon, a few years ago was made a comforting thought because I knew they would be around, in addition to other friends. And they did just that. Made me feel welcome in their city, gave … Continue reading “SwethaBasu” →
Is there anyone who hasn’t seen the Jill & Kevin wedding video yet? Now is the time, then. The story will continue afterwards. I was introduced to it during my MBA at SIMC. I cannot remember what class or who the teacher was, or what was the point of showing it to a bunch of post graduating students. But the song was a revelation! Everyone was nuts over it for a … Continue reading “Turn Up The Music” →
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, … Continue reading “29 on 29” →
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” →