Life Stories is where the ordinary things sit before they become stories. A sentence overheard, a room remembered, a small irritation, a moment that looked harmless at first and then refused to leave. These pieces are about everyday life, memory, family, work, identity, and the strange ways we become ourselves while doing everything else.
Its been a year since the Mumbai floods, and I wouldn’t be wrong in saying that the city has been having a stroke of ill luck ever since…. The earliest memory I have of that fateful day is irritability. I was at the testing stage of a large project which was blocking my transfer to […]
The four of us were out for lunch yesterday, celebrating bros birthday a week late… A buffet at the Taj is always looked forward to, simply because of the array of salad, cheeses and desserts that are not part of your everyday meal. But yesterday, when I looked at the lavishly laid out food, I
Some question I want answers to… Read More »
Two of my friends are getting married today – to each other! And since it is raining Cats and Dogs, I can safely call theirs a Monsson Wedding! Hope they have a great life together…. Since I am not attending the wedding, a lot of my other friends are, I was thinking about them and
Monsoon Wedding!!! Read More »
First it was Ricky and then it was Silky – both tagged me and gave me different alphabets! And the good girl that I am, I just cudn’t say no. So here it is, the alphabet taggie. M for Ricky and S for Silky… Mom – Everybody loves mom, and I am no exception! Me
In this Sunday’s Hindustan Times, Vir Sanghvi writes that Indians love to protest. Give them a cause and they will protest it! Can’t refute that now. Can we? Given that its has been a season of protests. From Narmada Andolan to Reservation policy to da Vinci Code – there are protests galore. When I thought
It’s a season of protests! Read More »
While I was coming to work this morning, heard Tadap Tadap Ke on radio. Must’ve heard this song only about a few hundred times before, but it still gave me goosebumps! (that’s why the title of the post!) Wonder what it is about this song… is it KK’s voice, Ismail Darbaar’s composition, the lyrics or
GIGO, as any soul enlightened to the inner works of the machine called computer will tell you, stands for Garbage In Garbage Out. What it means is that if you feed trash into a system, what you’ll get out of it is also trash. There was a story in today’s Hindustan Times about a paradoxical
To all those who have been coming to my blog, waiting for the travelogue to continue and catching a glimpse of the Taj, I owe an apology – A big apology… sorry guys, the title kept me busy… The title you ask? Yep, the title- actually two thirds of the title. A campaign and lotsa
A Campaign, A Concert and lots of Confusion… Read More »
Hi ppl, I am back! Its been a much needed two week vacation thats kept me away from blogsville, and even then, I couldn’t help a few sneak peaks! Blogging sure is addictive…. 😉 I delayed putting a post up till the last moment and on 7th, just before I was due to leave, I
I never wish my friends on their birthdays. Not that I don’t want to, I just can’t remember birthdays. One of them even said, “If you wish me on my birthday now, I’ll faint out of surprise!”. And true to my nature, I forgot another birthday yesterday…. the birthday of my blog. I was introduced