a memoir of etchings and wanderings
I happened to go through some old posts yesterday and came across the first one I had ever written here. I realised that I’ve been writing for over three years. Over the years, I have been rather regular. Probably missed a month or two in the middle when work was crazy, but mostly, anything significant in the last few years has been carefully documented. I have Richa to thank, for coming down … Continue reading “Tangerine” →
Seems like just the other day that I was packing bags and cartons to send via Gati to Kolkata. Only last week that I walked into the cabin at Edelman India to say goodbye. Just the last weekend that I had such a gloriously drunken time with the girls at home. And just like that I look at the calendar and it’s been a month at Zeenah today. It’s a … Continue reading “Month-old” →
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” →
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” →
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” →
As the clock turns to twelve and I stepped into the much debated twenty five, I am inundated with a multitude of sentiments. It is true that age is only just a number, but the fact that I will no longer be able to check the 18 to 24 age box is slightly unnerving. Reaching a quarter of a century, I want to make a conscious decision to change for … Continue reading “Two Dozen Plus One” →
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 ♥” →
It was only last week that I was introduced to a television show which had been first aired in the UK in the summer of 2010; Sherlock – a modern take on Arthur Conan Doyle’s classic British detective, Sherlock Holmes. Created by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss (Who also plays Mr Holmes, the older – Mycroft), starring my newest ‘crush’ Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock Holmes and Martin Freeman as Doctor … Continue reading “Sher-locked” →
It is one of those things you put so much thought into. Years of contemplation. Umpteen number of searches. But from what I’ve seen, heard and experienced – it mostly happens on impulse. Yes, what I’m rambling about is a tattoo! In 2010, one fine morning Ankita walked out of the PG while we were asleep – and came back with a tribal pattern on her nape. Last year, on … Continue reading “Glyph of Ink!” →