a memoir of etchings and wanderings
The organisation I work for professes a philosophy by the name of ‘Living in Colour’, the crux of which is to be able to maintain one’s work-life balance. Increasingly, over the past few months I have noticed that I am the happiest when I am at work. There could be a variety of reasons as to why. For clarity and as I have always maintained that this is a forum … Continue reading “Living in Colour” →
Spent almost all my time looking for an apartment in vain. Not to miss not having a vehicle to drive one from broker to broker, an apartment with violently violet ceilings to another with only the first layer of plaster in place. Frustrating spelt out in caps. I hate being a nomad. The irony lies in the fact that I have been raised in the Middle East. However, i have … Continue reading “Weekend update!” →
I have always been told that it is pointless to vent out emotions at people, and sometimes I feel that it is rather true. The world we live in today has no time for anything. Just like in the movies, it seems as though everything has been put on fast forward and days are zooming by, irrespective of whether one is comfortable with it. Coming to cinema, despite Prof. Siddhartha’s … Continue reading “Melancholy” →