a memoir of etchings and wanderings
Nobody says goodbye anymore. Everyone just seems to disappear silently. They drift away quietly into the distance. There is not even an explanation to why you don’t talk anymore. You are just left hanging there with all these questions in your mind. And it hurts the most because these are the goodbyes that were never said. Nobody ever says goodbye anymore. People just leave with no warning. I came across … Continue reading “Nobody says goodbye” →
I hardly ever procrastinate when it comes to travelogues, but I guess this maddening summer and the backlog of television series have collectively contributed to the laziness. This year’s first step out was owed to a work trip to a part of the world that I haven’t been to since I was in my teens. The Indonesian archipelago has 18,307 islands and I was going to visit one of the … Continue reading “Terima Kasih, Bali” →
In the 1980’s, Carl Sagan, an American astronomer, astrophysicist hosted a thirteen-part series on PBS called Cosmos: A Personal Voyage. He discussed the origin of life and a perspective of our place in the universe and he invited audiences into the unknown in a quest for knowledge. “The cosmos is all that is, or ever was, or ever will be. Come with me…” he said. In 2014, I heard rumblings … Continue reading “The Pale Blue Dot” →
Some things come easily to people, others you have to fight for. Fight. Fall. Cry. Get up and dust off the dirt. Fight again. My battle was what is seemingly trivial to most people around the globe – mobility. For as long as I can remember, I have hated to ask people to take me to places, absolutely despised not being able to do things because I needed to depend … Continue reading “Mobility” →
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” →
It’s a place where you are no one Where there is no shoulder you can lean on No clouds to protect you from the angry gaze Nobody to wipe your tears Not one person who looks back That might be what lies ahead. That scares me to the bones. And leaves me feeling numb for hours. I don’t want to reach here.
I don’t usually indulge in blogging competitions and especially the sponsored sorts. But this one is different. A combination of two passions – one a brand I loved, having worked with them in the past, and the other being the obvious – travel. To understand BA’s new India campaign, you’ll have to watch this advert first: I had read somewhere that you never know a person until you travel with … Continue reading “Go further, to get closer” →
The last time I saw my grandmother was a year and a half ago. I’ve been feeling the guilt for a while now. My baby nieces are growing by the day. Mamata Banerjee has changed almost all the names of the metro stations to utter ridiculousness. Winters are also the season for rasgullas made of jaggery. The closest cousin is going through awful times and I feel terrible for not … Continue reading “Calcutta, always.” →
You probably don’t know Theodore Twombly. Frankly, neither do I. But the story of this shy and subdued man, who writes other people’s letters for a living is one which has moved the world, reduced many to tears and got other thinking about ‘What is love’… In times like these where the word is glorified, wrapped in pink and made larger than life – I could connect best with this … Continue reading “Million Miles Away” →
How would you know who was blue If you kept hiding behind masks too Sound familiar?