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” →
After spending over six years in Maharashtra, the festival of the beloved Elephant God has almost become a part of me. I remember being told to stay away from the maddening crowds that Ganesh Chaturthi brings, because there is a certain level of craziness involved that not all of us can digest. But I recollect being a part of a visarjan party in Pune and even observing one from a … Continue reading “Moryaaa!” →
It is the last few days of the post graduation course, and there has been so much happening. The Dissertation, project reports, html backlog preparations (that is exclusively for me, and a few of my brethren, packing, and nostalgia packed into little bits through all of it. The farewell party was a happening too, and I thought it to be one of the nicest parties we have had in the … Continue reading “Happenings” →