a memoir of etchings and wanderings
It seems like the rains might finally be here. There is a perpetual overcast and frequent drizzles. I’m in my happiest frame of mind. I’ve also recently discovered ‘Advaita’ – they were playing live at the Olympics Opening Ceremony screened at the British High Commissioner’s Residence. Among the madness, I stood still for a moment and listened to their lead vocalist. This is my recent favourite from them, reflecting the … Continue reading “Engulfed” →
Fiction and fantasy books are much more than some people credit them to be. They let your imaginations run. They make you believe. They make you learn good from bad. They are much more. This post derives inspiration from the much anticipated and recently released final installment of the Batman trilogy. I have not been an ardent a fan of the series – so much that I very recently watched Batman … Continue reading “Rise” →
No matter how much I write about it, it will never be enough to express how much I love the rains. Almost everyone who knows me even a little knows of the joy I experience to see the cumulonimbus gathering. I missed the first showers of the season and have been waiting anxiously for them to reappear over the last whole week. As I write, the rain is pouring. Children … Continue reading “Showers Of Blessings” →
And its done. Just like that. Now to deal with the chain reaction.
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. … Continue reading “No Strings Attached” →
They call it a crazy little thing called love for a reason. Sometimes it waltzes into your life. Other times you are probably looking for it for eons. Some love is here to stay. Others are momentary like a shooting star. There is the love that you can sing to the world about. And there is the one you would smile to yourself to. Love that is unshakable. Love that breaks … Continue reading “Crazy Little Thing” →
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” →
It has been a really long time since I sat down and actually enjoyed football. I can clearly recall how the parents and I would sit down after dinner to watch the late matches of some FIFA World Cup. Baba would take a print out of the schedule and I would dutifully update it. The 2010 World Cup was an absolute blur and owing to my rubbish Gurgaon PG I didnt … Continue reading “Bleeding Hart” →
Its good to be at peace. To not to have to think twice before speaking. To hear the chirping of the cuckoo clock which is a year older than I am. To see an actual bath-tub in the bathroom. To experience uninterrupted electricity supply. To have healthy meals on time. To watch football on a flat-screen with Ma and Baba. To know that the sea is just around the corner. … Continue reading “Good To Be” →
What though the radiance which was once so brightBe now for ever taken from my sight,Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind; — I came across this verse by Wordsworth yesterday. He talks about the overcoming. The absolute necessity to stand up once you have fallen, time and again. The deriving strength … Continue reading “Glory in the Flower” →