I have been meaning to do this post for a long time now.
I guess i just realized that when in a B-school, there isnt all the time in the world to do all the you want to do and to do it "Perfectly".
So, here i am ...typing this in my lunch break...
Its a fantastic experience back in a campus but at the same time, school this time is so different, so demanding in terms of personal commitment to improving oneself and wid people from the length and breadth of the planet only makes it more interesting.
Initial few days were spent in frantic efforts of getting to know eachother ... I confess i still have difficulty recollecting names of many of my classmates.
Since i opted to do 2 courses in french, i find it even more interesting! challenging!
I am so looking forward to this weekend. We are all going to the Loire Valley. Should be fun!
Sitting in a class which allows ur brain to expand its consciousness and where ur job is to just "THINK" is such a luxury and its then i tell myself, I did the right thing getting back to school!
Friday, September 25, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Lazy Sunday Morning...
Mom has been telling, cajoling, shouting for the past .....was it half an hour? to get up...
Steaming coffee waiting...
brushing my teeth and waking up the rest of my senses...
squinting at the 8 am sun
not so much has changed...
but mama... i see your hair greying...
dad, you seem to be popping pills...
And my heart sinks!
When did all this happen?!?!
I look at myself in the mirror...
do i see the 13 yr old... ?
but ...where are the stars in the eyes...?
her head which was in the clouds
has moved back to her shoulders...
yeah...things have changed...
Time doesnt leave anything untouched does it?
is there a slower poison?!
I love you mom, dad...although time is tearing us apart...
little by little...
I love you, here...now...forever...
Mom has been telling, cajoling, shouting for the past .....was it half an hour? to get up...
Steaming coffee waiting...
brushing my teeth and waking up the rest of my senses...
squinting at the 8 am sun
not so much has changed...
but mama... i see your hair greying...
dad, you seem to be popping pills...
And my heart sinks!
When did all this happen?!?!
I look at myself in the mirror...
do i see the 13 yr old... ?
but ...where are the stars in the eyes...?
her head which was in the clouds
has moved back to her shoulders...
yeah...things have changed...
Time doesnt leave anything untouched does it?
is there a slower poison?!
I love you mom, dad...although time is tearing us apart...
little by little...
I love you, here...now...forever...
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sway!!!
Oflate, Dis track has got me addicted to it!
Who needs pot when music can give you such a high!!
Sway wid me!
Who needs pot when music can give you such a high!!
Sway wid me!
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Dilli Vs. Mumbai
1. Dilli has BIG roads....and the traffic flows..although the distances are long!
In Mumbai, you find yourself stuck in a traffic that is like constipation...
2. Public transport is next to non existent...(the metro is there... but still hasnt covered all parts of the city...)...I had to take those things called radio taxis, which are expensive and arent immediate...you need to wait for abt 30 mins before u get one...
In mum, Get out of the home, and u see loads of BEST buses, tonnes of rickshaws that are cheap, and taxis ...getting about is not a problem.
3. Walk down the road in Delhi, and people LOOK at you if you are a girl....and in MUM, people dont give a shit even if u are a pretty girl!
4. Parathas taste better than in mumbai...
5. You cant live without an Airconditioner in Delhi in summer....In mumbai, you can get by....although its bloody humid and you sweat a lot!
6. Lotsa historical structures in Delhi...ofcourse its got a richer history to boast about...and not so many skyscrapers in there...where as Mum is dotted with Tall buildings, one taller than the other...and slums interspersed between them...
7. Delhi as such seems much more 'organised' where as when u think mum, the first word that comes to my mind is 'Chaos'
Cheers & signin off!
In Mumbai, you find yourself stuck in a traffic that is like constipation...
2. Public transport is next to non existent...(the metro is there... but still hasnt covered all parts of the city...)...I had to take those things called radio taxis, which are expensive and arent immediate...you need to wait for abt 30 mins before u get one...
In mum, Get out of the home, and u see loads of BEST buses, tonnes of rickshaws that are cheap, and taxis ...getting about is not a problem.
3. Walk down the road in Delhi, and people LOOK at you if you are a girl....and in MUM, people dont give a shit even if u are a pretty girl!
4. Parathas taste better than in mumbai...
5. You cant live without an Airconditioner in Delhi in summer....In mumbai, you can get by....although its bloody humid and you sweat a lot!
6. Lotsa historical structures in Delhi...ofcourse its got a richer history to boast about...and not so many skyscrapers in there...where as Mum is dotted with Tall buildings, one taller than the other...and slums interspersed between them...
7. Delhi as such seems much more 'organised' where as when u think mum, the first word that comes to my mind is 'Chaos'
Cheers & signin off!
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
You are Disconnected!
That was a strange feeling!
I was speakin to an ole friend... per say...same name...same appeareance...same voice...same number...
but somehow it was different this time.
Until we said bye and hung up, there loomed a heavy silence in our conversation.
Ofcourse, we moved thru the motions of it... How are you?! How have you been ? and the likes of it... But in the end.... I was only too glad we hung up...
Not that i dont appreciate my friend...but there was the squeamish feeling in my stomach...that somehow....this person i was talking to...had metamorphed into something that i no longer recognized...
Or was it me? Or was it the both of us?
May be thats life!
I was speakin to an ole friend... per say...same name...same appeareance...same voice...same number...
but somehow it was different this time.
Until we said bye and hung up, there loomed a heavy silence in our conversation.
Ofcourse, we moved thru the motions of it... How are you?! How have you been ? and the likes of it... But in the end.... I was only too glad we hung up...
Not that i dont appreciate my friend...but there was the squeamish feeling in my stomach...that somehow....this person i was talking to...had metamorphed into something that i no longer recognized...
Or was it me? Or was it the both of us?
May be thats life!
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Stealthy Lover
Surreptitiously ,
she visited us in the wee hours of the night
she leaves her footprints for us to see in the mornin
she happens to be
the first showers in mumbai
who visited us last night
and the night before
and left her wet kisses on the earth...
when will thee proclaim thy love for the earth in broad daylight!?
When will thee claim the city, thou pouring rains of mumbai monsoon?!
she visited us in the wee hours of the night
she leaves her footprints for us to see in the mornin
she happens to be
the first showers in mumbai
who visited us last night
and the night before
and left her wet kisses on the earth...
when will thee proclaim thy love for the earth in broad daylight!?
When will thee claim the city, thou pouring rains of mumbai monsoon?!
Monday, June 01, 2009
Sty in the eye!
i got a sty
in the eye
makes me shy
when they stare- the passers-by
i met a doc
and you know what?
she took a shiny scalpel
seeing which, my heart fell
i got a sty
in the eye
in the eye
makes me shy
when they stare- the passers-by
i met a doc
and you know what?
she took a shiny scalpel
seeing which, my heart fell
i got a sty
in the eye
Sunday, May 31, 2009
I hate Him
There is me....and then,
there is Him.
All powerful 'Him' pervading my space
My tiny being
Banishing my days into beady sweats
Driving me mad,
irritable to the core
He is one who
could bring my blood to boil...
I rarely go out these days
for I fear him
fear him to rob me of my youth
I hate Him!
for He is the 'Sun in Indian Summers'
there is Him.
All powerful 'Him' pervading my space
My tiny being
Banishing my days into beady sweats
Driving me mad,
irritable to the core
He is one who
could bring my blood to boil...
I rarely go out these days
for I fear him
fear him to rob me of my youth
I hate Him!
for He is the 'Sun in Indian Summers'
Friday, May 29, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Friday, May 08, 2009
The first day of the rest of my life!!!
.bmp)
On this wonderful day...for days to come...
Happiness presented me with a memorable memento!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Heaven and Back!
spore, syro, doritos, cloud reading, lapin in the balcony of neighbour, shower gel with crystals, warm shower, cold winter nights, sunday bastille market, your gf in the vitrine in the shop on the rue downstairs, how we used to gawk at her metallic body and talk about her horsepower, belle epine, star wars, scary movie @ Bercy, screaming in the theatre, junk food from KFC and Mc Donald's, driving at 100 kms, lunch at ur home on a cold parisienne summer, dinner at chinese resto in your quartier, looking out the window of your kitchen into your garden, the taste of grapes from ur grape wine, the smell of fresh garden mint, walk by the seine, arguing over the location of parc zoologique, checking it over the internet, tears forced out of your eyes by my biryani, sims, roasted chicken from bastille market with cream and peas...
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