Little Bits Of Life

Many a time I think of my education, be it at School or College. Not just my higher school or college but surprisingly I have vivid memories of my play school and kindergarten as well. How each time we would be given brightly colored sugar coated fennel seeds as reward (Minju, as I had started calling it which was then roughly = minute + meetha) when we would write the alphabets correctly, narrate a rhyme or spell out a word right :D  The entire day was spent looking at charts that adorned the walls of the room, clapping our hands as we recited words, playing Ring-a-ring o' roses, a pocket full of posies… or swinging by the swings . And well if you’d not spell them right for the ma’am, she would still give you the fennel seeds anyway but in less amount. As I grew older, school is reminiscent about the transition of notebooks covered in brown sheets that had penmanship broad lines to regular single lined notebooks, from a fancy pencil box to dull pouches that hoarded sufficient ...

Now that I am no more a “Grameen” < self inducted word in vocab> i.e. a resident of Gurugram, it is good time to reflect. There has not been a single day where I have not loathed, despised and whined about this place. I ensured that almost everybody knew how pathetic a city can be. Well, I had to do nothing really. The city Metropolitan area ensured from time to time that it got the much needed attention, itself. From frequent power cuts, to unstable wi-fi, to poor network reception, to water logged streets, to forever smoggy hazy weather update by Google, to the perennial dust due to construction, and the inevitable traffic snarls- Gurugram had it all, and most of the times- All At Once! People suggested me to move to Noida but LOL that’s like choosing between the devil and the deep sea. As I sit cozy now, with all the time in hand and a trail of endless thoughts, I am inclined to think that the person that I’ve become in the past 2 years, to a great extent I’m shaped by t...

Before the few of you give up on me, I think it’s the best time(day) to start afresh continue what has been lingering for so long now. Thank you for constantly reminding me how I need to get back, get writing and do what I love to do.  “If you do not find the time to write, or you do not have the will to post, do something which you love- for yourself at least.” said a certain someone who was/is always there to listen to my endless tales. It was decided; a self thought, executed and implemented decision to doodle every week on the most awaited occasion of TGIF :P The point being, I might come off as a stubborn individual but I would go lengths for Friends. And so much has been written about this wonderful bond that each time you sit to write, you feel short of words because you do not want to disgrace this bond by choosing just mediocre words and uninspiring emotions; every word is relatable to every single person. Does it take much for friendship to flourish? Nah. It can st...

It is small, compact, airy, cozy and above all affordable! A bed, an almirah, a side drawer and a chair made it looked spacious at the same time. For the past 10 months, it had been the best place to hangout in the entire city :D The pleasantly looking humble room overlooked the next society on one side, the door at the back opened towards the gallery of our society and the other door towards the lobby of our house. On a hot, humid and gloomy day I would open the back door to let the air in while occasionally looking out at the potted plants and on rare occasions I would find a certain Mr.Tom hiding nicely waiting for the cooing pigeons to settle. Whether Mr. Tom ever managed to have them, is still a mystery for I’ve seen him limping and never heard the struggle of a bird trying to get itself free. Mr. Tom loves to hide behind the Cast Iron plants that are kept along the walls to which the backdoor opens (yes, that’s their common name) and enjoy the biscuits which I fed him from tim...