a memoir of etchings and wanderings
It was just about when I had reached the pinnacle of boredom with the regular routine and had complained aloud several times about how my passport hadn’t seen an international check in stamp apart from Oman in years. Along came an email from the hub of British Airways – my currently most active client, inviting us to an annual induction at the head office. Thus began my suppressed excitement towards … Continue reading “LHR ♥” →
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 … Continue reading “Shaadi Mubarak!” →
The past month has been such a rush. Ever since I got back from home, I was welcomed by an avalanche of work-related madness. There was the first Indian Grand Prix which the whole team was excited about. From the moment we pitched for the account, and won it, we realised that this was the biggest event that the country would witness in this year. Frequent drives to and from … Continue reading “October” →
Although I cannot stop complaining about the way my life is increasingly edging towards mundane, looking back at my photo albums, there seems to have been a lot of movement. There seems to be a lot happening and I haven’t been able to keep account of the activities, so in no particular order, here goes: # Ridhima got married. Swetha, Bhardwaj and I splurged on an air-conditioned cab to get … Continue reading “Summer Tales” →
It all began with a phone call and an extended Good Friday vacation which I had presumed I would be spending on my own in the onset of summers. I had been complaining for a while of my lack of travel ever since I had moved to Gurgaon, not very far away from completing a year now. Not that opportunity did not come my way, but somehow none of them … Continue reading “The Good Friday Weekend!” →
Keeping true to at least one of my resolutions, have been braving the weekend afternoon laziness and stepping out over the past few weeks. The metro rides are now something I look forward to, the walks are getting longer, the winter clothes are being shed one after another, and I have perhaps begun to understand why some people are so fond of Delhi. It all began on a Friday while … Continue reading “Dilli Diaries” →
From top to bottom: # The ‘Fulk Al Salamah’, HM’s royal vessel # Some of the silver stuff at Mutrah Souq # The Corniche, in it’s most picturesque self # The man and the Shawarma I do need a zoom lens now. Even though I might not be the most brilliant photographer as yet, and still am a little partial to the Auto mode, I would get one, in good … Continue reading “Corniche” →
I have been going around Muscat, strange as it may seem, on whatever little public transport exists here. Taxis are now considered safe modes of travelling for short distances, and the orange and white cabbies also readily converse in broken English and Hindi,dependnig on their perception of your nationalilty. So this evening, it was Mutrah, or the Old Muscat Corniche – which was completely destroyed by Muscat’s own tropical cyclone … Continue reading “Tourism Oman!” →
And it is another year passed in the bengali calender. Shubho Nobo Borsho to all. Welcome to the year 1417. Today is a day to celebrate, back in West Bengal. New clothes are a must, not to forget the feet touching and money getting too =D So much food and mishti all around. Here in Muscat, it has always been the same. The annual ‘Bongiyo Parishad’ meet, with children being … Continue reading “Nobo Borsho =)” →