a memoir of etchings and wanderings
The luxuries of the opulent make for an abundant discussion. What can one not do with wallets bursting with currency. As I spend the first half of a very early Thursday morning at a plush golf course in uptown Muscat, this only become clearer. In recent times, golf has become one of the most exclusive, for-the-rich-only sports. It probably already was, in the West, but the trend has gradually travelled … Continue reading “Tee Time” →
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” →
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” →
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” →
The exhilaration at booking tickets to go home is incomparable. Right out the window To familiar sights, people I love and the ocean. Here I come.
I’ve been one of the fortunate few in the world whose lives have been almost always inspired by music. Being a single-child in a Bengali household, music is something one cannot escape from – it is crucial to be trained in vocals or an Indian classical instrument and to display one’s ‘talent’ on every visit to the motherland. I distinctly remember returning from school in the scorching middle-east sun in … Continue reading “The Sound of Music” →
The goodbyes are always the most difficult. I’ve done this year on year, and although I believe I have grown stronger, it shakes me up to think that tomorrow this time, I wont be here. Not in this room, not in this country. Not with the people I care for most. Sometimes, I wonder to myself – they years are so precious and we spend them trying to prove all … Continue reading “New Diary” →
I feel I’m finally ready to narrate the experience which will be the highlight of my annual out-of-country vacation. The immediate action might have been majorly inspired by the commercial blockbuster, but I’ve always been deeply passionate about the ocean and watched countless documentaries and been in awe of those who were able to muster their courage and take the step. Scuba diving. Despite the innumerable constraints that Muscat poses, … Continue reading “Buoyancy” →
I find myself on the verge of doing one the most exciting of things that I have ever undertaken. Exhilaration quotient is high. Updates, as soon as I find my legs. And arms.
It has been months now that I have been craving for water bodies; Am mercilessly deprived in Gurgaon and have been trying to fill the gap by downloading innumerable pictures of beaches, lakes and other sea scapes. This Eid holiday, since we had company, I put in a little extra effort to figure what water body existed in Oman that I had not been to yet – lo and behold … Continue reading “Muscat Travelogue | Bimmah Sinkhole” →