Wednesday, November 6, 2013

No, I won’t write on Diwali!

Diwali has just gone by and as usual everyone is writing and posting their pictures about it. So, No, I shall not write on it any further and bore you as well as myself. Instead of that, I will write on Debrugarh! :D

No no, there is no similarity between the two. In fact no connection whatsoever! Diwali as you know is the DIWALI while Dibrugarh is a small town of Assam. Nothing touristy about this place yet I love this tiny town, lying amidst the natural beauty which North Eastern India boasts of. You might not have even heard of this town.

Dibrugarh connects Arunachal Pradesh to Assam and so to the rest of the country via both roadways and waterways, the reason why I have often visited this town. Going via ferry used to be the most effective means of transportation. In fact it still is. It is the fastest modes of transportation as travelling on “kaccha roads” takes a little more than estimated time. 

I used to love watching the vast expanse of Brahmaputra River during these ferry rides. A view that made me love those journeys which were otherwise quite difficult, literally. Wooden seats are unusually small and ferries are always filled with more number of passengers than it can handle, just like BTMC buses. Yet I loved them, for the sheer beauty these journeys offered.

This was the first time that I stayed here for 3 days instead of just dropping by for a few hours. Reluctant initially, I liked this place as I explored it. Bank of Brahmaputra River, although not very clean, does make for a beautiful scene. Looking at shimmering sun going down the sparkling water as cool breeze caress you is an experience I will remember all my life. Strikingly beautiful road to the airport is another thing which impressed me. The road to airport is surrounded by tea gardens on both the sides which does make for a pleasant ride indeed.

This place didn’t just soothe me with its natural beauty but also took good care of the shopper in me. The Burma market was a delight with its amazing collection of stylish bags and dresses. By the time I was done shopping, I had a bag full of clothes, bags and sandals and all these in just a few thousands!Now about my surprise I did tasted some of the best north Indian dishes here, in a small town of Assam! Slurp! 

Wednesday, October 23, 2013


When your reluctant smile
had sparkle the light in me
When you extended your arms
inviting the life back for me,
You, without uttering a word 
said what I longed to hear.
Its then,
When your broken song, 
turned a melody to my ears 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Ahmadabad: Sweetness coupled with fluency

Have been having an eventful year- the very reason why I haven’t been able to pen-down regularly, in fact not even once in a month. Although I have been writing for work but that again that’s FOR work…!

So what have I been doing all this year? Handling all kinds of issues which I have in abundance … but all this has a good part too...I have managed to travel a bit as well…After all not all days are gray.

Its been just a few days since I came back from Ahmadabad. Visiting Gujarat was not in my list as such but when any travelling plan pops up, I usually find it very difficult to say no. In fact there was a point when I have decided to never visit that state, forget admiring it. As you know by now, I did visit it and to my surprise somewhat liked it too.

My introduction to the state started with my conversation with a Gujarati Uncle, whom I didn’t like initially. I can’t point out any specific reason but his crooked nose made me doubt his intentions for quite a considerable time. Even his gestures to help me or my sisters appeared to me as absolutely out of place. It was as if ‘Aasharam has come up to fight for women rights’. Yes you got it…completely fake and impossible. However, I did shed my bias eventually when he started speaking about his office and his father and how he has been fighting corruption in his own tiny way.

Okay let me leave our Uncle on his very seat and move on to the city. Information about the city, state and the places which you must visit can be easily Googled. So don’t worry I shall not utter even a word about it.

What amused me when in Ahmadabad was the use of the Hindi language and the kind of fluency it is spoken with!  People spoke as if they are reading a highly refined Hindi novel. They had “hasth prakchalan” for hand wash and many other heavy words written here and there which I, someone who speaks Hindi (slightly corrupted one) as her first language failed to understand. I had to often seek my Dad’s help to understand the instructions and random hoardings. Even waiters communicated with such fluency that I had to rethink about my understanding of the language. Having communicated decently in places like Kerala where I had no idea about their language and they had none about mine, I struggled in a place where I least expected it. Nevertheless…my umms and ahhs and hundreds of hand symbols worked here too.

Now the food, as always it received maximum of my attention. Apart from the uncalled touch of sweetness in some of the dishes, food was overall good. Still I like the Gujarati food that we get in Maharashtra better. Twisted version is always better after all. Not to forget about Khandvi, which I tasted here, was AWESOME. A sweet vada pao was a huge disappointment but freshly prepared, piping hot fafda with raw papaya chutney made my day. I can go on describing all the dishes I tried but let me save it for later.

So more on Ahmadabad later! 

p.s. I did like the roads there! Not exactly the way they have been shown in some of the videos on you tube but are still quite impressive! 

Monday, October 14, 2013


A slightly old poem...but thought of publishing it here it is....

Engulfing the freedom, they tried to capture it
But could they to achieve?

Playing the game of deceit,
They lost
to the plot of trust I placed

Sleeping with a body of steel
On their
Bed of thorns,

I used an eraser of strength
On the
Painting of pain, they drew around me

I seek the shelter of love
When they
poured the rain of hatred

Are they still to succeed? 

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

The Hope...

Traversing from your face to mine
It lighted the fire in me. 
The sparkle you bared became mine,
Arresting my soul, you passed it on to me. 

Without even parting your lips,
you uttered what my heart longed for. 
Defying the tears, your eyes smiled,
giving the hope,
I shall hold on to...

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Uncle S is a human. He fought with his wife!

Working in an Ad agency is not very easy. One mistake in writing the copy and you can lose your client. This is what happened with our beloved Uncle S. He wrongly spelled the client's name in the creative brief, every single time! Then what…something happened which was bound to happen - Client left the ad Agency (obvious)
And after that something more happened which was also bound to happen- boss's interaction with the copy writer our very dear Uncle. 

Boss (shouting): We have lost one of most important clients

Uncle S: I know. Quite Sad.

Boss (irritated): I know that!! I am not a TV channel airing news of the hour!
Uncle S: silent and agreeing!   

Boss: (still shouting, now with heightened irritation): Your one mistake has lead to such a big loss. Do you even realize this!

Uncle S: (calmly) I am extremely sorry for the loss. I will make it up to you.

Boss: What? How will you make it up to me! We are not having an affair for God’s sake.
Uncle S: I never think of you in that way sir. This is out of question. I meant..
Boss: (interrupting him in between): This has caused crores of loss. Will you be able to pay? 

Uncle S: (now emotional) What can I do Sir?
I am also a Human. I can do mistakes. I fought with my wife that day!  

Boss: ...................(He couldn't say anything!. Words just refused to come out and face Uncle)

p.s: A person has actually, in all his senses without any alcoholic or similar consumption,  said this in a meetting! :P

Saturday, February 9, 2013

The Liebster Award...

First of all thanks a lot Akash for nominating me for Liebster Award, my very first Liebster award.  I didn't have to Google it. Reading this post was more than enough! :)

So here is the list of my 11s! As per the rules, we are accepted to do not many but a few things. The only peculiarity is that we are supposed to do everything in 11 nos, don't know why. I guess I do need to Google about it and find out more. So let me go back and update myself. And till then you can continue with your reading! :)

11 things about the blogger:

If you don’t want to piss me off don’t EVER ask me which place I belong to. Not that I have any problem with the place I lived in but because there are too many places where I have stayed and can relate to.

I LOVE music…all kinds and all languages, irrespective of whether I can understand it or not.

I LOVE writing. Obvious, isn’t it?

I have recently started occasional cooking. Only started, not planning to make it a habit though.

Talking about food. I LOVE Italian and love to try Mexican too sometimes. Ravioli is my fav. Fondue too. In fact anything and everything with cheese in it. :P

I want to travel and just travel all my life.

I am currently reading Amitabh Ghosh's Sea of Poppies

I get high and super excited when someone praises my writings.

I do use sarcasm a lot and do like it when people use it intelligently, even if it is on me!

I am movie addict.

I can watch and watch and watch FRIENDS and The Big Bang Theory.

So now we come to answering 11 questions from the nominator:

1. What is your most embarrassing moment?
-       When I accidently went to a men’s washroom. Fortunately there was no one apart from the waiter watching me from outside! 
2. Craziest thing you did.
   -  Once followed a snake till I got lost.
3. The person you miss at this moment
-       My sister and a few friends.
4. Have you watched any Rajinikanth movie? If so, which one?
-       Yes I have. Robot.

5. Which advertisement do you like on TV?
- Surf Excel Daag Acche Hain.

6. Your best friend has done something wrong to you behind your back, without your knowing.
     What would you do?
- If its without my knowing, I can’t do anything. I am anyway unaware that my best friend did it :P
7. What is your most precious possession?
- My collections of my poems and some gifts from my people.
8. Which thing do you look for in a date, if at all you have had one before or in the future?
    (Money/ Profession/ Physical appearance/ any other)
- His outlook towards things important to me (I shall soon share the list) and his intellect.
9. Favorite hangout place to spend time with your friends.
- The rocks by the side of lake at the campus of University of Hyderabad.
10. What is your short term dream?
- To write more and more.
11. Suggest a unique name for my blog, according to what you feel about it.
- Akash Writes

And now here is the list of the bloggers I nominate:

Questions for them:                         

1.       The thing which you never want to lose?
2.       Your dream destination?
3.       Animal you would like to keep as pet?
4.       What you wanted to become when you were a kid?
5.       If ever given a chance, which political position you would like to acquire?
6.       Which is the best book you've read recently.
7.       Which one you prefer-Silver or Platinum?
8.       Favorite cuisine?
9.       If given a chance, which Disney character you want to become?
10.    F.R.I.E.N.D. S or How I Met Your Mother?
11.    Water or Vodka?

I have informed nominees by commenting on their one of their posts. 

I have informed nominees by commenting on their one of their posts. 

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Vishwaroopam, Religion and the Indian Cinema...

Lots have been said on the movie Vishwaroopam and that was the reason why I went to watch this movie.

Sheer curiosity! For a girl who doesn't know how to speak even a single comprehensible sentence in Telugu, watching a Telugu movie doesn't come so naturally to her. (Although I have watched Eega too but that is an altogether different we will talk about it later)

Trying to understand the dialogues reminded me of those freaking theorems of Physics which I could never solve. Yes yes...I just managed to clear my science subjects in 12th and after that never ever I looked back at anything even slightly related to Chemistry, Physics or Maths!

Okay so now about Vishwaroopam. In spite of my language barrier there were a few things which I could see clearly...absolutely clear. I do wonder why some of the “thinkers” of our society fail to notice them and got misled. The protagonist of the movie is a Muslim, a patriotic, broad minded, charming man with secular values who in no way cast a wrong light on any particular religion or on any community. The movie deals more with the issue of terrorism, plight of common man and the life of the fighters along with a slight touch of romance and humor here and there. Without taking any side, it has tried to present a realistic picture of different lives at different places. I failed to see how it is creating a negative image of one particular community as claimed by many. Instead of that, I saw a griping story, an amazing cinematography, brilliant camera work and an outstanding performance by Kamal Haasan.

It is disappointing to see how good movies which are nothing but a fine outlet of creativity are curbed for reasons so baseless. If we can’t understand an artist’s mind, we should at least leave them alone. No creation can take its full form unless given complete freedom. Indian Cinema is still in its growing phase, if weakened now, it will never be able to grow. 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Mallu Mallu Everywhere!

Before you sue me or start searching for all kinds of swear words, let me clarify that the above written words are with nothing but GENUINELY GOOD intentions and are referring to the Malayalis in my life and my LOVE for the Kovalam Beach and yes its IFFK.

My very first roommate, a Malayali, is getting married in less than two months from now which reminded me of the state and my connection to it. So now you know why you are reading this particular post.

One of my best (Malayali) friends, an adorable muddle of worries and mind blowing humor, is also getting married and shifting her base outside India this year.  Another sweet acquaintance, an ex-colleague of mine, just had a super cute baby.  And yes one more reason - I am shifting to Bangalore where I am looking forward to meeting one of my best friends, a beautiful mysterious lady. And there are some more as well, including the uncle at the grocery shop near my house.

My love for Pink Floyd, my enhanced dream of travelling, my IFFK trip, worth remembering moments at Kovalam beach, stimulating discussions, a few unforgettable hostel days, endless blabbering on random topics and unlimited visit to Kairili restaurant (although which did irritated me after a point) are all because of these people in my life.

Now coming to the state, I have not been to any other place but Trivandrum. Both my trips were to Trivandrum. Even in Trivandrum, although there are places like Padmanabhapuram Palace, Koyikkal Palace, Varkala and the Napier Museum to visit, all my days were spent only at the Kovalam Beach because it is AWESOME. Golden stretch of shimmering sand combined with beautifully placed rocks, blue waters and the breath taking view from the Light House. You just can’t have enough of this beach. Beach-side restaurants with open terrace and cafes with the complete view of the beach make it even better. Not just me, this beach made my camera also quite happy. I clicked way too many pictures at Kovalam when my friend was busy shopping. Here is one of my clicks.

Another aspect of Trivandrum which I love is the IFFK (International Film Festival of Kerala). A wide range of critically acclaimed movies from around the world and an opportunity to interact with their directors and to be a part of their analysis is an experience worth experiencing. It is undoubtedly the best international film festival in India. Unfortunately I have been to IFFK just once. Hopefully I will attend many more in the years to come. J

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Arunachal in News. Oh its a positive one!

Image Courtesy: Google Images

Yes, for a change Arunachal has managed to get a little attention from the media for something positive. This doesn’t mean the state has only controversies to offer. Unfortunately its mesmerizing nature, unexplored interiors and indigenous tribes is not enough for our Delhi-centric media which seems to focus more on negative rather than on any positive development news.  

Arunachal Pradesh has mostly been in news because of China’s insensible claims. Not because that is the “only” happening in the state but because of the media’s indifference not just towards Arunachal but entire North East. How? We will get on to this topic later.

So now what is the positive thing? Our very own Arunachal has been voted as the 'Favorite Upcoming Destination' by the magazine Outlook Traveller. Now I know this is not BIG news but it is definitely a positive one. Isn’t it? The state, in spite of incomparable natural beauty and exotic culture, does need exposure so that everyone from all over the world can also experience the same. This recognition comes as a first step towards the same.

Having lived 17 years of my life in that land of rising sun, I do call myself as partially Arunachali too (along with having slight shades of being an Upiet, Bangalorean and yes Hyderabadi).  So this explains why I am so happy. I have always admired the untouched beauty of this state. Its calm atmosphere and simplicity of life has always enticed me. Its been almost 8 years since I left the state but not even a single day goes without me wanting to go back to that pleasing calmness.

And now I miss Arunachal again!! 

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Delhi Gang Rape: Suggestions poured In

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Delhi Gang rape brought out many facets of our society. The statistics according to which there is rape incidence in every 22 minutes, are more disappointing than shocking for a working women like me who travels ‘alone’ from one city to another and yes ‘late in night’ too. What can we do to ensure our safety, what should be done to improve the safety quotient of our society, why in a country where were women were and still are worshipped, have been tortured in the worst way possible, are a few questions which have been hovering in my mind.
 Recent Delhi Gang rape has brought out some of the similar as well as new issues which have been affecting us since decades now.  Everyone came with solutions, some atrocious, some acceptable but what exasperates is that every solution is for the “women in distress”. Why not find a solution where women need not be in “distress”? Debates and discussions on the status of women in India, male mindset and the societal stereotypes poured in. So here lets have a look at the reactions it attracted from people all across and how it showcase their own mentality which in return is a result of societal moulding, upbringing and education.
 No matter how many charges and accusations came across, the women of our country accompanied by a few men did show their outrage. There have been some positive steps taken to ensure the safety of women, the usability of which is however still doubtful. The appointment of female police officers as well as availability of pink autos in Delhi came as a refreshing break from the general indifference from the authorities, if not accusations (remember the opinions from public figures of our society as well as kith and kin of those biggies on the issue of safety of women). Unfortunately some of these steps are attracting my cynical side more than assuring me of safety. The recent app on android is one of the examples of how the issue has been exploited for economic gains. I may be wrong here but the timing of nirbhaya and its usability definitely makes me wonder of its intentions.
 Lets have a look at how has the issue been received by other strata of the society. Unfortunately many of the so called guardians of our society are taking shelter under the pretence of concern and making that a justification for their all heinous decisions. Suggestions  like begging rapist for mercy as well as blaming one community for the rape incidences, are not just disappointing but appalling. Music videos to spiritual leaders all came under the keen observation of many.
 However, there has been enough condemnation of statements like these. Thankfully, media seems to have acted as an efficient communicator of the views and observer if not entirely as a catalyst. Protestors got enough exposure and opportunity to share their opinions. The marches by hurt yet courageous women and men who still carry the hope of having a safe society and the determination to make it one were covered extensively. Irrespective of whether the TRP or the sense of social responsibility motivated the coverage, it did help in keeping the cause alive.  There is also news about a filmmaker planning to make a movie out of the Delhi Gang Rape. Whatever is the motive behind, a level-headed portrayal of a sensitive topic, bringing up the relevant questions if not a solution is a good way to make society aware as well as ponder over issues which have been taken for granted.
 Online world also triggered endless numbers of discussions from everywhere. Extensive blogging by many bloggers, creation of events and discussion forums of social media sites like Facebook and Google + showed how the young generation does have a say and knows how to make their voice heard when the things go beyond control. Now it’s a different matter whether their voice was heard by the authorities in charge. The issue did provoke reactions from everywhere, ranging from elite class to working class, from the academicians to the politicians. Keeping the disappointment apart, it did bring a positive change. The discussions revolving around not just the gang rape but on the general set of our patriarchal society did give a much needed start.

Friday, January 11, 2013


Image Courtesy: Google Images

With emotions taking a toll on you,
And suggestions pouring in
Voices disturbing,
And the noises hammering
I seek the silence.

Waiting for the voice to calm down
And for the mist to tear apart
I seek the silence.
That silence, 
After the storm has passed.