Done & Dusted

The bestie and I visited Feniland. It was our #10yearchallenge. ‘It was long due’ would be an understatement. This time we were tired and determined to get our backsides to this forbidden place the world kept talking about. We asked a few enthused friends who we thought might accompany us. Some left messages unanswered and…

#SayNOtoWar

Time and again, I’ve made an attempt to write about the peculiarity of this place, sometimes resorting to humour, sometimes to pain, and sometimes I’ve narrated things just the way they were; in every way I’ve tried to be truthful to myself and this place. This incident is in the light of a recent event,…

I don’t know where I’m going, but I like the direction!

The husband and I were planning our annual trip home. I was busy packing the house and myself. I have never been able to travel light, it’s a problem I’m well aware of. I carry the most (un)important things with me: hair dryer (I’ve used it once in the last year), a sweater, which I…

Let’s not Forget

We are a forgetful bunch. All of us. That’s how we have been programmed; that’s what we’ve heard growing up, “Time heals all…” With time, we tend to forget that which was once important and that which wasn’t, the one who mattered then and the one who’s now in a box. It’s nobody’s fault, I think….

A word to the wise

The husband, I think, is an old soul trapped in a not-so-old skin; he claims to be not a day older than 26 (well then, I am 16 for a decade now). I wonder if addressing a person as an old soul will solve my purpose at all, because in a time when our great…

Looking back…

It’s absolutely mesmerizing to see people gearing up for the new year; people going to dances, people vacationing, people just being happy. For most of the times, I’ve been home on new year’s eve, either watching the fireworks in various countries on a news channel, or watching immensely happy men and women screaming “Happy New…

When in Rome…

The husband has been rejecting most of my blog posts for the last couple of times. No, he is not the proofreader, in fact, he doesn’t read any of my posts; but on days when my gut says that I could get him in trouble, I seek his validation and eventual rejection. So much so,…

Blogger gone boo-boo

My last post was read by many and liked by few. Thanks for taking out the time to read it. There was a very innocent error on my part in the post. No, I am not writing to rectify what’s done but, to acknowledge it and poke some fun at it. After I write what…

Mighty Mister

I watched Gangs of Wasseypur in five hours straight, from midnight till dawn. It taught me a lot. My vocabulary multiplied overnight, obviously. I was both stunned and impressed with Mr. Kashyap. One person who stayed with me forever, other than Sardar Khan and Faizal and a few others, was Sultan Qureshi (Pankaj Tripathi), the…

Home is where home is

Diwali has always been an elaborate affair for us. Back in the days, the brother and I would tag along with our grandfather to go shopping for crackers and the evening puja, and come back as porters. The torture, in the name of preparations, would begin at least a month in advance. Ma would take…