a memoir of etchings and wanderings
I want to drive myself to work. I want the car to have a stereo where I can play my junk music. I want to fit into regular people’s clothes. I want to live in London, for a while. I want to record a song. Something classical-based. I want to learn to ride a bicycle. I want it to rain for at least six months a year. I want to learn to … Continue reading “Everything Is Not Quite Enough” →
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” →
Although I have not been able to catch the seasons on television, I’ve heard that this season of Coke Studio India has been much more impressive and impactful compared to the debutante edition, which was quite the joke. I continue to be mesmerised by our Pakistani cousins as, season on season they churn out the most beautiful, soulful music. I’ve been listening to Season 5 a lot at the new … Continue reading “Entrancing Highs” →
So I finally did make the move. After a very crazy August, where I spent a lot of time in airports and questioned myself repeatedly about the decision that I had taken – I find myself in a new place, surrounded by new people in an absolutely new environment altogether. The comfort zone is a really prized concept. I don’t know how people do this frequently. This wrapping up one life and starting … Continue reading “New Innings” →
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 … Continue reading “Time Of Our Lives” →
I concur with Mr. Marley. I feel this more than ever because the childhood has been stripped of it. People around me cringe at the sight of an overcast or the rumbling of thunderclouds. The joy I feel is beyond description. So when I stepped out in Calcutta today and it rained cats and dogs, I could not help myself from flinging away the umbrella and soaking up the showers. … Continue reading “Drenched!” →
This week has the makings of things I will remember for a while. Going to and fro between Gurgaon and Kolkata two times over. Incessant rainfall. A whole lot of goodbyes. Change. To say that I am terrified, is an understatement.
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” →
I haven’t had the opportunity to read the novel by the same name – but was recently introduced to a glimpse of the cinematic representation of Man Booker Prize winning novel. Scheduled for a release in December 2012, there was something about the trailer that moved me. Perhaps the background score, a glimpse of Ang Lee’s directorial genius, the presence of a Royal Bengal Tiger named Richard Parker in the … Continue reading “Life Of Pi” →
I never thought I would be looking forward to staying in Gurgaon. But as the date draws near, I find myself unconsciously counting backwards. Like now, I am one of three people in office and this is what I see in front of me. It might sound strange but I find the sight calming and happiness inducing. In my first two years of being here, there were numerous number of late … Continue reading “Reverse Countdown” →