Postcards from Rome..

Long before I walked into the current city of Rome, I had peered into the ancient city of Rome during the glorious Roman empire. My vehicle of time-travel was the internet..with this futuristic technology that I was then getting acquainted with, I launched into the fascinating past. I was in 9th standard (more or less),…

My Daughters’ Mum, by Natasha Badhwar

I had started this blog somewhere in 2015, and in the early days I was easing into this strange sensation of hearing myself verbalize some things which I wasn’t aware I had been thinking. It seemed a little self-indulgent. And a little scary to ‘put it out there’. It also seemed odd sometimes that I…

Hair-raising conversations..

They say a woman who has cut her hair is about to change her life. Every now and then, I have this urge to cut my hair really short. The first time it happened a few years back, I actually thought it was about the hair, and got a boy-cut (or some fancy name of…

Not to be, to be

You are this person in your mind. You do certain things, which define who you are and what values you hold… except in that particular situation when you didn’t do it.

Tirol Region, Austria

There were quite a few work trips in quick succession earlier in the year, and the trip in June to the small town of Kundl in Austria was one of the few that actually offered a chance to see something other than walls and meeting rooms. 

Croatia Once More (III): Korcula, the sweetheart!

The last stop of my Croatia trip with Mum and Dad in May this year was the little island of Korcula. It is another true island of slow living, which I got the pleasure of now knowing after Vis- which delighted us couple of years back. Ironically life got so busy since I returned from Korcula…

First Oil Painting!

Of all things on a buy and sell facebook page, I came across an oil painting class being offered by a lady within stone’s throw from my place. And so one Sunday couple of weeks of back I headed up, also enrolling couple of friends in heady excitement. 

Secret Superstar.. Simply Superb!

We watched the movie Secret Superstar last week, and I have been monitoring its box office collections since then (something I never do) because I so want it to succeed! It’s the best Bollywood movie I have seen, definitely in the last several years, and I keep wondering if I can even say ‘ever’. You…

A Moving Experience

Today it is exactly one month since we moved into our new home. We are far from done in terms of all the setting up and settling in activities, but the last of the boxes have been unpacked, internet works and we are ready to host already our third set of guests (yes!) since we…

To Potential Sarahah Users

My non-anonymous constructive message to anyone considering using Sarahah: You are wonderful. And you have flaws. You probably have an accurate enough understanding of both aspects yourself. If you really want to know more, how about asking your parents, siblings, spouse, close friends one on one? That’s the most accurate information you will ever get….

Independence and Freedom

 There are many notions mixed up in my head Because the reality of the world is of many mixed notions Notions.. emotions.. solutions? I remember my grandmother’s stories Relating the horrors of partition She spoke of her own losses…the impact on her family My family That changed the course of lives A family’s lives A…

Tenderness

Know that feeling, when in the middle of a busy day, you come across a profound saying? Or moving art..? or a picture of your childhood? Or a child’s laughter?

Trust the Path

We cannot typically know the destination, but we can usually if not always, see the path. Do you trust the path? If one is anxious, frustrated, depressed, impatient- it is because one can either not identify the path (which essentially means nothing because you are always on ‘a’ path even if it is not the…

Goodbyes

A colleague I had been working with for past few years, went into retirement today. We had had the ‘event’ with the team to mark the transition, and yet when the moment came to finally leave, he almost imperceptibly said, “bye” and made to leave. Just like that. Literally slipping out the back door, like…

Croatia Once More (II): Dubrovnik

Dubrovnik was the second island of our trip, and also our longest stay of all. Dubrovnik is among the most (if not the most) popular tourist destinations in Croatia, its main attraction being the walled old town, which in recent times has also acquired the alias of ‘King’s Landing’ as the Game of Thrones’ mythical…

The First Pharaoh of Egypt

This book made me really think about my reading choices. It is almost 500 pages long, and I realized that if I had more time, I would not have read this book. As counter-intuitive as it might sound, it is true and validated upon reflection.

Drowning

Is it better to drown, not knowing that you are drowning? Or better to drown, knowing full well your fate? Why does there have to be drowning at all, you ask? In that case my friend you are in the first case

Croatia Once More (I): Split & Hvar

Two years back, we had planned a trip through Amsterdam and Croatia with my parents, and they were at the last moment unable to make it due to some extenuating circumstances. The good news is, they were able to visit both beautiful places this time round! My Mum finally got to witness the Dutch tulips in…

Abstract

An abstract water-colour suddenly and rapidly emerges at the end of several long weeks, and the start of a long weekend. I wonder if I should give it a name, but then realize that would be moot if not self-defeating, because.. you see… 🙂  

The Reading Rebellion

We all have fantasies. And I believe if we take them not just on face-value, but identify the underlying need that they indicate, we learn much about us and how to take care of ourselves. So my recurrent fantasy these days is.. to curl up on my sofa by the window with a book in…

Looking in the Closet

I stumbled across a piece on how Frida Kahlo’s closet was opened a good 50 years after her death to unlock insights into her personality and story. By no means do I fancy myself a Frida Kahlo, but the idea of a future civilization (or aliens) finding something I have left behind and learning about…

Weekend Art: Capturing Colmar

I have had a fascination for some years now, with the fairytale French town of Colmar. And about time I decided to paint it..

Salad and Cake

They say there was never a poet who could bear the toothache in silence. The poet feels compelled to write about it. Well the threshold for what moves self-proclaimed poets and philosophers has gone down drastically since Ogden Nash wrote ‘It’s going to hurt just a little bit..’ about his torment on the dentist’s chair….

Of Boxes and Boundaries

I sat down pensively, as the teacher set before me again..some colours, and as well a canvas, and on it were drawn neat boxes. I spent the better part of the morning painstakingly colouring inside the boundaries  of a big box. Then off I went..only to come back at noon. And wishing this time to…