Thursday, April 26, 2018

Phase "Annoy"

There comes a phase in life where everything annoys you, the smallest of things to the bigger questions like purpose of existence etc.; people drift apart and you can't for your damn life, hold on to them; whatever you say is interpreted harshly; you want to do so many things but procrastination becomes your biggest aid; misery certainly loves company but there is no one to share it with; there are things you want to say out loud, scream at the top of your lungs but you don't or can't, because, remember what you were taught back then? It is not nice to show your feelings in front of everyone. It is not right to cry in public. It is not okay to scream at others. Keep it within you and move on; every plan seems to have more Nos than Yeses; you become the listener from the talker; inanimate objects become your favourite companions; you lose your inherent traits or at least it seems so and you can't reconize this person you've become; there is no belief system in place, for the people around you, for the society around you, for the administration around you and for the big bad world around you.

Ok. So it may not be "a" phase and it may happen many a times to many of us. And it is very difficult to get out of it. I frankly don't have a (better) way to end this post nor do I have tips on how to overcome some of these things. I guess we all deal with it in ways best known to us.

Here's to tapping our inner power and strength!

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Co-working Scenes

A large window, or rather many large windows. A well-aerated space with lot of plants around. No AC. It is pouring outside. I am seated next to the kitchen and the aroma from freshly prepared snacks teases my nostrils. I have a half cup of piping hot elaichi tea in front of me. Bengalooru looks beautiful and serene for a while. Time stops. I can gaze at this for hours. Oh, did I forget to mention? There is a library next to me with a huge collection of books and several bean bags laid out. And I am working at this awesome place! 

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Namma Basavanagudi

The land that Pappa walked on
The land he considered a blessing from Almighty
That which housed and shaped my 4 years
That which taught me lessons I would come never to forget
There where the tastiest of dishes and aroma welcome you
There where flowers and fruits and colors adorn the streets
Lord Ganesha smiles from within His butter covered being
Bugle rock park strives hard to restore your faith in the Garden in Garden City
You hear birds chirping along the canopy of trees, returning to their nests
This is good ol' Bengalooru, this is Basavanagudi.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Maybe not meant to be?

The palette thought, and felt
And then decided
This is the perfect assortment
For, to White and rainbow, the colors led

Violet wanted to pop away
While Indigo just wouldn't mix
The palette, oblivious,
Kept humming, oh boy, this just clicks!

Blue and Green never saw eye to eye
Lonely Yellow turned pale in tears
Orange and Red wanted to merge
Soon months turned to years
The palette finally understood

In individuality lies distinction
The colors having their own hues
White is just an illusion
And rainbows are, for a painter, only muse

Friday, October 27, 2017

Secret Superstar

Last night, I happened to catch "Secret Superstar"; frankly, it wasn't a must-watch on my list but I am so thankful to last minute plans that work out more often than not.

It had been a while that I had been so immersed in a movie. What a beautiful, moving picture made by Aamir Khan and team! The best thing about the movie is the endearing relationship between Insu (brilliantly portrayed by Zaira Wasim) and her mother Najma (What a find! And the uncanny resemblance between Meher Vij and Zaira adds to the combination). Hats off to the mother who fights against the world and wants to provide the best of means to her daughter against all odds.

Insu is an exceptional singer who dreams of one day sharing her talent with the world. Though her mother tries to support her cause fully, the father who is the epitome of patriarchy, only has plans of getting her married off as soon as she completes her schooling. and a burkha idea from her mother leads to Insu creating an online channel to post her videos, aptly naming her channel "Secret Superstar".

How Insu carries her dream forward inspite of it being shattered repeatedly forms the rest of the movie. The best find of the movie according to me is Tirth Sharma, who plays the role of Chintan, a boy besotted by Insu, who has her back always and helps her reach closer to her dream. Their relationship portrayed in the movie is so simple and for a lack of better word, cute!

There are a lot of teary-eyed moments in the movie and some high voltage drama but I think everything is mostly justified.

Aamir Khan gives some comical relief, playing the obnoxiously rude "written off by the industry" singer and composer. Again, another brilliant performance.

All in all, go watch this movie to really restore your faith in Bollywood because such good cinema is being made. A 4 out of 5 for this one from me.

Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Wow, has it been this long?

I was searching for some BBMP related information in my Gmail and I happened to stumble across a BBMP related post that I had written way long back. And that's when I realized we are more than halfway through 2017 and all I have is a measly number of 5 posts to boast about. Tch tch. When I set out to write this blog, my inspiration, Amitabh Bachchan, used to write at least a single line everyday on his blog and I intended to do the same. That reminds me, does he still continue? Let me check.

Damn. He still does! What dedication, sir! I bow to thee. I am pretty sure I am not as occupied as him to quote the universal reason of being too "busy" to update my blog. I guess priority on my writing has diminished somewhere in the whirlpool of life and I am digging down deep to bring it out today. Whether you call it nonsense or mediocre reading, my fingers just type away on their own when they fall on a keyboard. Sometimes they are quicker than my thoughts. And as always, I get the familiar itch of writing whenever I begin this phase.

So, what have I been up to? This and that; and much more. I am currently unemployed (I don't know whether that is the right word to use as I seem to be busier than I was when I had a regular day job 😅), on the lookout for a job, but quite content with what I've been doing. I've enrolled myself to two quite interesting courses on Coursera: Machine Learning and Script Writing; I'm assisting a start-up, Adapt Ready, with some of their work in the insurance domain, again very interesting and stimulating; and I am exploring cafés and restaurants and feeling like a tourist in my own hometown 😆, thanks to Divya; and of course, all these don't even come close to taking care of my baby girl, Ravya, who is all of 13 months old now, and has started walking and talking, both baby steps.

Thoughts these days mostly wander to somewhat similar ones as mentioned in my mid-life crisis post. Though this post is 4 years old, most of the thoughts and conversations with friends, family, people of similar age, remain similar. IT for how long? I want to start something on my own, but I either don't have the capital, or the courage, or ideas or experience? What is the point in getting married or having kids? How can I give something back to the society? All I want to do is take a backpack and go live in different countries for a couple of years. Basically boils down to What am I doing and where am I headed?

I guess if we had answers to these questions, discovering things newly wouldn't have been interesting? I am sure many of us have our own versions of answers or beliefs that keep us going.

Signing off on a note to self, prompting me to visit this place more often. Ciao...and be back soon!

Friday, March 24, 2017


Like the tides in the sea
Like the clouds in the sky
The free spirit had no bounds

In came the rocks, the mountains
The planes and the obstacles
They all started making rounds

I went with the flow, I stumbled
I gathered myself, I flew
With the hammer dropped again and again
I wonder who is it I want to be like
The only answer that comes to me is Tarzan
The one who can at least shout and make sounds