Medley of Musings

QUEST

2011-08-22T01:52:00.000-07:00

It began someday,somewhere in a city of my own.. A quest unknown, all consuming! Tididgs fresh took me places, To cities unknown, Many I met. Some knights. Some knaves. In glossy attires they all looked alike. Under bright lights though their souls lay bare. Some cried for help! But their voices were strangled... Filling their coffers with gold instead, Trying to barter peace of mind. I chased

An Ode to the Poet

2011-08-22T01:41:00.000-07:00

(My humble offering to Rabindranath Tagore on his 70th death anniversary) The flowers smelt sweet, the gentle breeze swayed, As to your tunes I matched my steps. As a little girl, I discovered joy! The journey ahead as time passed by... I learnt to live with my head held high. As a young woman, I found my faith. With more years gone, a bashful maid.... With your words I learnt to love. In times

CORNERED

2011-06-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

A rainkissed solitary afternoon A lonely drive…. A journey has begun..With no particular destination… The people I meet have faces ..distinct characters..some past..some present... I recall them all … The next moment they all blend into one… I sink into a deep slumber I wake up in a cabin by the sea…I can smell the moss The head is heavy…have I been hit? But I

Wonderland as I saw it.

2008-07-23T04:36:00.000-07:00

“Hiiiii…eeya man…what are YOU doing here?!” a big booming voice I heard as a loud thud landed on my back…and almost threw me off balance... “Al! ” I thought with a smile even before I turned back… Al had by then grasped me in a smelly bear hug..her shirt reeking from a hard day’s work.But I didn’t mind, because a sincere heartfelt warm hug from a friend is to die for! Alice…or “Al”as I fondly

Stopped and spotted....

2008-07-05T13:05:00.000-07:00

“Nightmarish” is what comes to mind if you ask any Mumbaikar about traffic… The flyover constructions that last a lifetime, the crater sized potholes, roads dug up for the placement of cables or god knows what…and a battered tin placard that says " Inconvenience regretted " is pretty much the picture everywhere. Add to that a half hour of steady showers and life on a so called highway comes to

And then...there was light.

2008-06-29T13:30:00.000-07:00

I spend a bulk of my traveling time in trains..as readers of this blog must have figured by now. Thankfully my profession gives me the flexibility to travel off peak hours most of the time, which is why I find myself in stations and trains trying to figure out the many visages of this city that always seems to be on the run.If you are not in tearing hurry to reach your destination and care to

A lesson in the locals

2008-06-18T10:14:00.000-07:00

For anyone who wants to know the real Bombay (or Mumbai as some wise men throw a ruckus if we don't call our beloved city by this name) you cant just limit yourself a visit to the Gateway of India and Juhu beach, I suggest that you spare some time and take a few rides in the local train. It is not for nothing that it is called the lifeline of the city.Although I must confess that even after

Wed-locked?

2008-06-14T05:59:00.000-07:00

This morning, being a perfect lazy Saturday.. .. the husband and I took a quiz on "What kind of marriage do you have ?" and found that we are actually quite a compatible couple (much to our surprise!!). Sure we have our pitfalls, but we work hard to overcome them- the quiz results said . The husband, sensing my glee...thought of being witty and announced that he thought an extra marital affair

The Mumbai rains and a mother's legacy...

2008-06-10T07:01:00.000-07:00

The romance of the rains is perennial..even in maximum city of our dreams...Mumbai....despite the traffic woes, the crater sized potholes, and public transport that threatens to give up on a day where the skies open up!Even when you are stuck in the train, and the journey that should not take your more than 50 minutes takes over an hour...you are likely to find something that warms your heart

The women we have become....

2008-06-07T04:03:00.000-07:00

" Aaji jhar jhar mukhar badal dine..jaani ne..jani ne kichu te keno je mon lage naa" thats a rabindrasangeet-- that aptly describes my mood now..here's a close translation " This day awash with rains...has made me melancholy and I cannot concentrate on anything....."Well that explains why I am gazing aimlessly at the rains lashing with full force against my window panes...instead of writing

back to blogging

2008-06-03T04:13:00.000-07:00

After a gap of more than a year and a half I- the pensive scribe am back to blogging...a typical journalist as I am I share a love hate relationship with blogging...sometimes I am criticising the way some people spew venom on a public forum and the other times I am gushing about the wealth of knowledge that you can find. Over the past year and a half I was in the " I hate blogging" mode and now

2006-11-12T21:44:00.000-08:00

"What is this world ...so full of care...we have no time to stand and stare!" I remember reading this poem titled "Leisure" in standard IV, where this workman with his tools is staring wistfully at lush green meadows. Back then I could not figure out why was he so sad and wistful. Nearly two decades down the line..I do.DEADLINES....that's the crux of life. Man in my Standard IV textbook...i now

Introduction

2006-11-11T14:23:00.000-08:00

After having read n-number of blogs by friends and acquaintances--and lots of thoughts how to write and what to write i have finally decided to write on whatever comes to mind-- which is why i decided to call my blog a "medley of musings". Ironically -- I make a living out of writing...so you could call me a confused scribe lost in the world of bulls and bears , bonds and yields...trying to get