My first day back in the world after two days in a shell of immediate survival. Everyone in office had a story to tell. One of the girls left office on Tuesday and we had no news from her till late this morning. She still hasn’t managed to get home…
I finished work a little earlier than usual. On an impulse I went window-shopping instead of heading home. I bought some music and browsed other stuff I’d never spend money on. I played ‘Boulevard of Broken dreams’ 3 times continuously at the listening booth. I chatted idly with the store…
I’m home today after living through the first natural calamity in my life – the Mumbai floods of July 2005.
Strange experiences make for strange partnerships. Tuesday’s downpour turned Mumbai upside-down. They also caused me to revise certain opinions. My fellow sufferer on that long trek home (that spread out over two days) was SIT. The hour that we spent inching (millimeterising?) forward in a taxi was in suffocating silence…
Women are beautiful. The fairer sex really is the fairer sex. I know this has been common knowledge for years but the full meaning hit me just today. I was in the ladies compartment of a train…for a change not squeezed into a crowd but with enough space to look…
A new job isn’t just about getting to know new people and learning new techniques. It seems to be about acquiring a new lifestyle altogether. This seems especially true in case of NB(Naya bachcha), whose first job this is, after college. Every evening, he is to be found at the…
There is a reason people hate Mondays. There is a reason I abhor Mondays. Having spent the weekend stewing a resolution to be on time, I did manage to get up early. Rushed through getting ready and I was at the station by 8:35 a.m…..just a minute later than the…
I spent the last weekend shopping with a girlfriend. We took an auto through one of the hipper suburbs of Mumbai at 8 in the evening. Till that time I hadn’t been conscious of the spaghetti strap-top I was wearing. I couldn’t keep my mind on what my friend was…
Some fun moments at work revolve around FF’s conversations. FF is gregarious and loves getting to know people, words, customs. These days, his close crony is Tea-and-me (TNM)…you guessed it, the canteen-boy. TNM is fascinated by the ‘phoren mulga’and FF on his part, loves chatting him up. TNM speaks halting…
When I leave,I tip-toe out quietly So that you won’t miss metill I’m too far awayfor you to remember what you’re looking for And also so you’ll never realisethat I started walkinglong before you stopped talking. Call me ruthlessCall me sensitiveCall me an escapist…or a realist.The only thing I leave…
