Two months have passed since I last updated my blog, and it's no concincidence, this, that I have moved to Bombay exactly two months ago. It's been a hectic, interesting, two months, getting used to and starting to like, a new place, a new way of life, a new existence ( Read more... )

I turn thirty in two days ( Read more... )

A new city in a night and half ( Read more... )

Yes, it is my 50th entry. But, Park Avenue is my fifth most favourite perfume brand, not fifteenth.
Now, a longish rambling on the movie 15, Park Avenue. Be warned.
Watched 15, Park Avenue yesterday. She's a talented actress, Konkona is, and that's an understatement. If Mr and Mrs Iyer introduced her as a gifted actor, this movie firmly cements ( Read more... )

The new year has started with a bang, rather a few myriad bangs, if one has a dark and sick sense of humour.

First, there was the 'bang' of the gunshots that echoed at the IISC campus, a couple of clueless, peace-loving academics the target of frenzied, pervert fanatics who have lost their basic human traits.

Then, there was the gangrape of a ( Read more... )

Just chanced upon Haikus/Senryus... a Japanese style of poetry in the form of three lines; first line has five syllables, second seven and third five again. They are primarily used to depict a particular emotion/object/scenery ( Read more... )

Pasting a snippet I had written for our ISB magazine. CP means Class Participation, which in simple English translates to bringing up mostly useless, air-filled questions/points in class to earn brownie points with the Professor. Section C was my section, of course. For MBA grads, CP during class hours is a major source of debate and occasional ( Read more... )

"Let the cup brimmeth over..." This has been my motto the past two weeks... the weekends mostly spent in hazy, hallucinating, 'spiritual' stupor. First, there was the trip to the MGM beach resort, then the rocking evening at Zarra's, making my conscience speak to me inexplicably in Hindi "Zarra hatke, Zarra bachke, yeh hai Chennai, meri jaan ( Read more... )

The countdown has begun, the documentation started, the dates confirmed, the flights booked, the movers and packers contacted (actually, no, I was lying about the last one!). The winding up process has started. Leaving any place throws up a few nostalgic memories, a number of them to be tattooed permanently on the mind's canvas at a later point in ( Read more... )

Yes, it was on Boxing Day exactly a year back that the killer stealth waves struck, sweeping away children playing cricket by the beachside on a bright Sunday morning, choking happy newly-wed couples honeymooning on the till-then pristine beaches of South East Asia, swallowing entire inhabited Indonesian islands in their insatiable hunger, the ( Read more... )