When I asked aunty your room number and if you were accessible, I was relieved to see her nod in affirmation. As I walked towards that room, passing the guests, I was still trying to make sense of "Kushi is getting married!" When I entered your room, all thoughts dissipated because I couldn't believe the … Continue reading And so you got married?!
At the very outset- No, I am not a techie. I am also not a part of what I call the Black Mirror brigade. Last seen and blue ticks off on Whatsapp, not active on Facebook, not on Instagram, never seen the Snapchat interface and whatever else there might be, it is difficult to label me a phone … Continue reading My Phone, My Significant Other
Since it is the year-that-was time of the year I thought of jotting down the issues that I grappled with, which continue to stay unresolved in my head. What's in a name? Caste Growing up in a nuclear family in a town like Jamshedpur has its consequences. You can grow up with whatever your parents … Continue reading Makes Me Wonder
Packing up. The nagging worry of departure. Lost keys, unwritten labels, tissue paper lying on the floor. I hate it all. Even now, when I have done so much of it, when I live, as the saying goes, in my boxes. Even today, when shutting drawers and flinging wide an (sic) hotel wardrobe, or the … Continue reading Packing Up
At 17 I had imagined myself settled at 27. At 27 I am anything but that. At 17 I saw myself married at 27. At 27 I totally agree with the words of the Dalai Lama: Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck. Age might just be a … Continue reading Turning 27
Anyone who has spent some time with me knows that you don't have to go to Rishikesh or New Zealand seeking a doze of adrenaline rush, it's a part of my everyday life. "Inheriting" my father's intolerance for waiting, I usually make it a point to plan my day and my life to reach just … Continue reading To A “Crazy” Day
"Happy Saptami!" Two words spoken by my mother that took me down memory lane. What stands out when I look back at growing up in the peculiar circumstances that we found ourselves in is the priority accorded to enjoying together rather than following tradition as word of god. When living in a Bengali locality we … Continue reading Customised Customs
It's one of the things I miss about life at Indian Statistical Institute: the 3 a.m. origin-of-the-universe talks where the ones participating in the discussion were definitely not sober (it was a sort of prerequisite). The topic of discussion on one occasion was the utility/futility of stereotypes. While most of the discussion couldn't survive the … Continue reading 5 Stereotypes We Can Do Without
Awkward silence. The two words that define more than fifty percent of my brother and my telephonic interaction with Dad. If a conversation with Mom lasts sixty minutes, those with Dad last ten precious minutes with repetitions on health and financial issues. To be sure, he knows everything about us or rather those things that … Continue reading Father’s Day!
Let's start at the end-Tinder and me, not happening. Just not possible. Now to the story. To keep things happening in our flat, my flatmate and I decided to download Tinder, for strictly non-serious purposes. The not-for-anything-serious aspect was so important to us that every ten minutes or so we would say it out loud, … Continue reading Tryst with Tinder