So, while the world at large was losing its mind over a particularly drab-looking dress, Mumbai was unexpectedly visited by a freak day of the gloomiest, chilliest weather. Now, while some of you non-Indians might think this was a cause for much consternation, it is quite the opposite. For most of the year, we have … Continue reading Stellar Weather
You think the danger has passed You think you're in the clear. But he comes silently, stalkingly, With the stealth of the night And when he comes, There can be nothing But to give in and be ravaged By the Power of a Memory.
We walked along the shaded path, Hand in hand, in tandem; We bathed in early sunbeams, We made this our memorandum.
Jean-Paul Sartre wrote, "If you're lonely when you're alone, then you're in bad company." Well, I am personally quite comfortable (too comfortable, perhaps) in solitude and I pity my fellow misfortunate millennial counterparts (not all of them, but you know full well which cliques I'm talking about) that need to meet five different groups of … Continue reading The Day of Alone Time
This is a photo set that's dedicated to the place and feeling we love most -Home.
So I recently sang in a Schitz and Giggles production called "We Call Him Bhaiyya" that's up on YouTube now. Check out this spoof song and we wish you a Happy Raksha Bandhan! http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KjgdHDFmUf8&list=PLzCPLavhafh2Hc-StcRUIbN9ebFgm1WMx
The rains are finally here. Not feebly trying to encroach into summer and hastily retreating forces, but here in all its burgeoning grey, brobdingnagian glory. Who doesn't love rain? Who doesn't love lazing around? And who doesn't love good literature? So, to celebrate, I've put together a few excerpts from some of my most-loved poetry, … Continue reading Rain, Rain
This is what Armageddon looks like. From the 23rd floor. Of Essar House.Oh, and there was a fire in the middle of a mountain somewhere to the east. Loving this day. I think it's unnatural to be brimming with this much glee at the thought/sight of an impending Apocalyptic-looking scene, but I think fellow Mumbaiites … Continue reading The Grey Envelope
Of White Sands & Tranquility: Mobor Seahorses. Anemone. Hippocampii. Poseidon. Master and Commander. The Kraken. The Bermuda Triangle. Turbulent, murky, shifting, boundless, briny, cerulean. From Disney to Greek mythology to a mental picture of my dream home, my thoughts have always been centered around the ocean. It was a no-brainer then, when it came to … Continue reading Of White Sands & Tranquility : Mobor
Okay, so no prizes for guessing that Winter is my favouritest, awesomest, supercoolest season of the year. See how I just used those 3 very mid-teen words that don't really have a place in the dictionary? Yeah, I do that. Ok so HERE'S WHY I LOVE WINTER! : Winter does not know that Mumbai exists. … Continue reading Why I Love The Winter