#TBT A Lighter Me


Throwback to when I had bangs, and many many kilos less on the frame!


Don’t Ask if You Don’t Want To Know

Picture this. It is 8.50 am and you have just entered office for a 9.00 am meeting. Before heading into the meeting room, you want to pop into the pantry for a quick cup of coffee. You have a long day ahead of you and already thoughts about your meeting and the long to-do list later and swirling about in your head. At the pantry you meet a colleague. As a knee jerk reaction, you say, “Good Morning. How are you?” and then move on to fill that coffee mug.

Have you done this? If yes, take a pause. Take a pause and think.

Now if your colleague, in an equally knee jerk reaction style responds, “I am fine. How are you?” and proceeds to get their own fill of coffee, nothing is lost really. However if they looked at you with a pained expression and said, “Not good. My dog died last night” would you have gone and given them a hug. Or if they exclaimed with sparkling eyes, “I am great. My band landed a gig at the local cafe for this weekend!” would you have shook hands and wished them all the best? Some may have, but many would have not. In most cases, this is what happens. You asked a question. Immediately, without waiting for a response, you move on. Physically, you move on to the next task so you are not looking at your colleague when they answer. Mentally you move on to the next big thing that needs doing. In the scenario above, you have gone back to the meeting slides or the to-do list and probably you do not even hear what your colleague has said.

This is not an uncommon scenario. At work, I have seen this happen at least thrice a week. Sometimes I am the one who the question is directed to, and at others, I am the one asking the question. For about a month now, I have been keenly observing this kind of interaction and getting increasingly irritated by it. Why do we ask this question if we do not care to know the answer?

A smile, a nod of the head or a simple Good Morning is enough to acknowledge colleagues. Why start small talk if none of the two are interested in carrying it on?   I just don’t get the need to ask these questions if you don’t care to know the answers. Ruchita, a friend of mine who is based out of London once told me that she was one of the few who would genuinely ask people all about their lives. She said she even knew the names of the dogs of her co workers. Perhaps that is what makes her a great story teller. I digress! Point is, it is okay to just greet people and move on with whatever you are doing. When you talk, have a real conversation. If you do not have the time or the inclination, don’t talk.

Don’t ask if you don’t want to know!

It’s Not That Simple on Voot

Its Not That Simple

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That title did not mean Voot is not simple, it is simply a new show on Voot titled.. It’s Not That Simple.

Marriages are not simple. Each marriage has it’s own learning curve, it’s own adjustments, contentment and discomfort. Now you throw unhappiness and an affair in the mix. What do you get? Well, It’s Not That Simple…

The show, as you saw in the trailer is a six part web series. I was invited to the media launch of the show last week and we saw the first episode. We saw Meera, an educated housewife who has put her child above her career. At this point in her life, she is in an unhappy marriage. The story is definitely intriguing and the production value is so good, it is almost like a film. Visually, the series looks great. I loved the camera work with the low angle shots, the fades. From the cast, I really liked Akshay Oberoi. Hopefully, we will see more of him in the rest of the episodes. The lady who takes the cake though – Swara Bhaskar portrays this with such effortlessness that you start to think this is her own life playing out on the screen. You can see the child-woman in there and you feel for her.

Its Not That Simple Swara Bhaskar

The writing must be applauded. Such real life scenes, dialogues and reactions! No over the top drama.

The show did make you question though, about choices – an unhappy marriage or the perfect affair? There are tonnes of books and movies about marital infidelity and so the subject of It’s No That Simple is nothing new. What is different though is that it is set in today’s times and talking about things you and I can relate to. It is non judgemental and does ask questions from a woman’s point of view. At the same time, it is not preachy or showing the men in a bad light. This is the kind of content I want to watch. Sadly, conventional TV does not give it me so I have downloaded the app Voot on my cell and am following the series there. In case you want to watch it online, here is the weblink to the series.

Have you checked it out yet? What do you think?

I am leaving you all with a few images from the launch event.

Sirisms #MicroblogMondays

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Some gems I have collected from Siri. To brighten up your Monday morning.

Trying to bring Microblog Mondays back!

My Brother Bestest

My brother – has undoubtedly been my oldest friend. I realise this today as I look back several decades that somewhere along the line between mothering him, supporting him and fighting him… we became friends who could share everything with each other.

As kids, we used to play together and one of my earliest memories of us is telling him stories before we slept every night. From there to holding the mic as he sang for his bride-to-be, we have indeed come a long way.


As teenagers, we were so different and even though there were very few things we both liked, the ones we did like, we enjoyed them together. As soon as we were old enough, we were watching movies together. I remember he convinced me to watch Matrix Reloaded first day first show – right in the middle of my exams! And boy, did we love watching movies together. From The Ring to X-Men to Harry Potter, it has all been more fun because of him. Here he is, doing a cute and goofy Wolverine impression.


He was such a cute kid in school and my teachers knew him as Ankita’s brother. As he grew up, there came a time when a teacher called me Anshul’s sister! Can you imagine, that was a total role reversal… speaking of Anshul, (yea that is his name) I was the one who named him. My mom tells me this story that even before she became pregnant, I went around telling everyone that I will have a little brother and I will name him Anshul. I was all of 3 years then! The embarrassment aside, mom was also flabbergasted since we knew no one by the name Anshul. Good thing is they liked it and stuck to it.

He is super talented and though I have never admitted it to him, I know that he paints, writes and clicks better than I do. There, I have said it now and don’t think I will ever see the end of it now! Plus he is extremely musically gifted and I am completely challenged in that department. He is a largely self taught guitarist and was a part of his own band. They have done several gigs in Bangalore and I am super proud of that!

Today when I look back at all the memories, I am all warm and fuzzy inside. Me reading Harry Potter 1 and 2 to him when he was sick, him going to the mall at 7 am to pick the 6th and the 7th books for me and then letting me read them before him was so sweet of him. He has been totally supportive of me and yet he has practised live and let live. There have been times when we have not agreed with each other and have fought like all siblings do, but we have always come back to being friends.

And that I hope we always remain. I have had many good friends, a few very close friends and best friends who may have shared the spot, but this one has remained…