a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Courtesy: Hannah Stonehouse Hudson I had first seen this image a few years ago, and heard this story but thought that it would have probably been one person’s interpretation of a random image of a man playing ball with his dog in a water body. It turns out to be so much more. I don’t know you if you have heard of Schoep and Unger. If you haven’t I will … Continue reading “Schoep.” →
Abhishek had once told me that a mark of an effective and productive team was that it made noise. Not the maddening, disturb-everyone-around kind of pandemonium – but the good kind of chaos. He also told me, you never want to be in a place where all you can hear is the keyboards being clicked away at, furiously. I usually have earpods plugged in ALL the time at work, and … Continue reading “Drop a pin, someone?” →
Where do you come from? What do you look back to? What will you always remember? After a lot of years have passed. Let us go back. To the times. To the dreams. To the careless laughter. To bruised knees. To the sound of waves. And memories. Roots are important. They define you. That’s why its important to go back to them From time to time. *** आओ, उसे याद … Continue reading “Roots” →
Its that choking feelingWhen you know you cannot tell anyoneThat deep desire of yoursWhich almost came trueBefore you ruined it This is life.The despair and the smiles a part of it.Where one person makes the journey of a lifetimeAnd the other sobs and hurls abuses to a computer screen. How pitiful.How meagre.How absolutely pathetic.That someone’s happiness pricks you like thorns. I feel anger.I feel helplessness.I feel jealousy.I feel hatred.
Muscat is experiencing the full blast of the summers and there’s little to do, than sit at home on the weekends and empty large goblets of mango smoothie. So I found myself a little hobby to pass the time – cocktail making 101. Baba had this stock of liquor bottles that he never really used, being a whiskey person Living in Pune and Delhi, I’ve had the opportunity to sample … Continue reading “Mix ‘Em Up!” →
I’m not afraid. Of the dark. Of depths. Or even you. I will wade into rising tides. Sing on a mountain top. Paint the walls yellow. I’m free. For Nick & Jess.
Today, my colleague Abdullah shared a video with me – he’s a big fan of Australian television shows and often sends me quirky and funny things to brighten my day. All of us know of John Lennon’s Imagine. But this will take it to a different level altogether. After you watch this, I promise you will never not think of Emmanuel Kelly, when you hear the following lines: “Imagine there’s … Continue reading “Imagine…” →
There are moments when you forget all your worries All the heart breaks All what matters to you, all what doesn’t Some days are just like that. There are the hours that you wish would last forever When you could gaze upon the Sun And feel full of warmth Some days are just like that. There is that time when you’re desperately trying to remember a dream Make sense of … Continue reading “Some Days Are Just Like That…” →
My, time has flown past. It seemed like just the other day that I was endeavouring to start this month-long challenge to make things more interesting on the blog, and here I am on day thirty. Today’s topic is to share my thoughts on letting go. I think I’ve said more than enough in the past. About the inability and constant struggle to be successful at this. A few days … Continue reading “Day 30# ‘Let Go’” →
The first vivid memory that most of us probably have is time with our parents. And hence, in theme with today’s topic I am also able to write about two wonderful people that I have been blessed to be able to call my mother and father. 1983. Then. 2013. Now. On the 29th of June, 1983 they were married in a quiet ceremony in Calcutta. I have been a part … Continue reading “June 29 | Three Decades” →