a memoir of etchings and wanderings
The spotlight is on the coolest little film-making capital in the world as the scene is set for the world premiere of The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey on the coming Wednesday. Take a look at the venue – the Embassy Hotel in Wellington. Anyone well acquainted with Peter Jackson and his films will have absolutely no doubt as to the magic that will be spun. I’ve been following this movie very … Continue reading “There & Back Again” →
When the heart’s feeling heavy. When the sky is a hint of endless blue. When you can feel the warm October sun on your skin. When you’re having a conversation with the almost empty wine glass and that last cigarette. When you walk through a glade and see names carved in trees. When your heart flutters to the phone ringing. When you dream of meadows. That’s when you will hum … Continue reading “Not Just Jazz By The Bay” →
November is almost coming to an end. If I were in Gurgaon now, my immensely warm white comforter would be out – as would be my Zara overcoats. There would be no need for the fan and Shankar Bhaiya at office would be requested to bring in the lemon tea first thing in the morning. The huge glass windows of Vatika Triangle would probably be all foggy in the mornings … Continue reading “Winter Deprived” →
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” →
The benefits of being born in an extremely culturally inclined family are manifold. I’ve been educated in Indian classical vocals since I was six and Baba’s love for western classical has ensured that I know a little about the subject. When other parents would be taking their children to parks and amusement centres, my father was booking tickets for three to listen to the Royal Oman Symphony Orchestra at the … Continue reading “An Evening With The Arts” →
“I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars.” – Og Mandino Diwali. The festival of lights. Probably the only one I could actually celebrate over my childhood. Although I must agree that it all seemed to be more fun when I was younger, Diwali is, and always will be special. Because there is something hopeful … Continue reading “Lumos!” →
Remember video cassettes? Before floppy drives, CDs, DVDs and external hard drives, those little black boxes contained people’s entire worlds. Mine as well. As I disposed of over 50 of them a few days ago, I was fondly reminded of how important they used to be to me. TV recordings of Disney Hour, numerous animated movies – from Cinderalla to Chip ‘N’ Dale to the Asterix series, taping of documentaries … Continue reading “The Lonely VCR” →
Who said shoes are just things you walk in? Shoes are memoirs. Of the places you have been. Of the squares you walk in. Of distances you have travelled. More than often, they know more secrets than your best friend. Ballerinas. Mary Janes. Converses. Penny Loafers. Oxfords. Flip-flops. *** This is a story of a flat who wanted to be a heel. Give it a watch, you won’t be disappointed.
I feel my eyes well up every time I hear this song. Unplugged or not. Regardless of the growing belief that getting out is the only way forward, how far can you really run from home? If only Shahrukh, Ashutosh Gowarikar and A.R. Rahman realised that this movie and its songs were one of their best works, they would have attempted a reunion. I don’t know how they got it so right, … Continue reading “No Place Like Home” →
I read this on my reader and for a moment fell in love with the thought. I wanted this to never get lost, so am re-posting here. *** Waves. Nobody ever writes them. No one stops and thinks about how they come to an end, using up their dying breath to sometimes crash passionately against the rocks and sometimes kiss the sand tenderly before disappearing. I wonder if the waves … Continue reading “The Obituary Of Waves” →