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
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
"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
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!
"You're lucky if you have that one friend you can trust, that one person with whom you can be yourself without feeling awkward about yourself," is the advice I received as a kid. Over the years, people came, people left. Growing up I realised that there's no good friend, better friend and the superlative best. … Continue reading On Friendship
Humne maana ki dakkan mein hai bahut qadre sukhan Kaun jaaye Zauq par Dilli ki galiyan chhod kar. -Mohammad Ibrahim Zauq (We hear that poetry is greatly valued in Deccan these days but, Zauq, who could bear to leave behind the alleyways of Delhi). People can continue fighting the battle of the best metro but … Continue reading Delhi- The Significant Other
It was the sight of kids of construction workers playing marbles that took me back to my childhood. "The past", wrote L.P.Hartley, "is a foreign country. They do things differently there." In a small industrial town, I was growing up in a generation that was witnessing an economically liberalising India and the technological revolution that … Continue reading The Good Old Days
I belong to that generation which during its formative years saw a nation make conversation with absolute strangers (as if they have known each other since time immemorial); from train journeys, bus stops to the common area with a television in villages (you would understand what I mean if you had been to an Indian … Continue reading The Art of Conversation-I