a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Today, I was reminded of the little music group that I used to be a part of during graduation days in Pune. Having lived my life in Muscat with Baba as my only musical conscience, it was pretty easy for me to tell the melody of a violin from a cello by the time I was eight – but I couldn’t define what rock or pop was for the life … Continue reading “R-O-F” →
A toast. To the days when the roof was leaky. The midnight birthday revelries. To the horror that were exams. The peals of laughter at silly jokes at group study sessions. To the dreadful lack of nutrition. The small joys that chicken lollypops could bring. To missing family, but having friends around. The clouds floating through windows. To being angry with everything. The singing aloud while on trips. To not being able … Continue reading “One Day…” →
I can still remember Rashi from the graduation days – when I did not know her, she seemed to be an introvert, quiet, with a pleasing personality. In second year, destiny brought us together in a beautiful apartment in Viman Nagar as room mates. The rest has been history. She was my sister-in-arms, friend and comic relief for two whole years. We have innumerable memories, photographs and moments that I treasure. … Continue reading “April Wedding” →
In the midst of all the corporate meetings, incessant jargon-fleeced rambling, the vicious circle of unending reports and plans, I miss the part when I actually enjoyed what I did because almost everyday I learnt something new. Talking about learning I often reminisce, thinking about some of the brilliant lectures and talks we were exposed to – while in college. There were those when I just put my head down on … Continue reading “An Education” →