Experiences

  Travel stories! It was Ruskin Bond's travel stories that would create the scenes of the buzzing platform, the aroma of kullads and the garam pagkodas, rusty looking at it all the bread pakodas and the shouts of vendors and the frenzy of travellers, percolating it all and oozing out his words on papers which would make these scenes immortal to be read again and again to understand the chaos of travel and the beauty of it. Narayan would move away from tangible and would paint the innocence and bewilderment of commonality on the railway platforms who would find these spaces mesmerising , confusing, strange, interesting and  home to huge giants brought by British babus; their gods maybe were belittled for a reason, the machine giants had arrived! Travel stories by these two legends, I remember them today because after a span of 12 years in thane,I have dared to do 'local travel', as I changed workplace... It's a religion, a cult, a community feeling travelling in loca

 #Inheritence of Loss Good evening everyone, since the movie has been released I couldnt muster the courage to watch it. I havent even seen #Shikara; but with the amount of hue and cry on social media and so many Kashmiri Pandits coming forward and rendering their heart out, I went ,petrified but went to witness on screen what our grandparents died wishing for#a glimpse of homeland,#shankaracharya pith darshan, the singing on roads of #legacy of shiva trikha philosophy...they died with a dream that ..ik doh gasav kashir..gari panun (still waiting)... The movie portrays the dreadful plight of my community bit by bit accurately, this happened,yes shameful, tragic and incomprehensible but happened, I tried sleeping after watching it but couldnt...cant stop my tears The massacre, the rape and mutiliation of bodies of females, the fear to portray your relegious symbols(vermilion or the janeo), bitta katare and shabir shah terror ,it all happened my friends People left like herds bundled up

 #Woman's day post! Well, this so called woman's day started with reaching back Mumbai (its a utopia, a no eveteasing zone) once you are fresh back from Delhi ;) ; baki...idhar udhar, thoda bahut upar niche to har jagah hai hi...so next I meet our jumanji ride to be auto driver, what skills...wish he could join some crazy racing event full of obstacles, traffic was meant to lose, the pothole adorned road was meant to be defeated in his flying machine three wheeled monster, whisteling , singing and do chaar mind awakening slangs made us reach (Y and K is the new Jai veeru...mumbai to jaipur and back to mumbai wala brahman kar lia hum womaniya ne)... Khair, aj #Manmarziya dekhi...I had been wanting to watch it, well! #Anurag Kashyap ho to hopes high ho jati hai... Vicky Kaushal was superb quite contrary to what I have seen him as; Bachchan junior I believe hasnt been exploited well till date, yahan bhi wohi hua he got his cliche shy,introvert, dependable kinda guy role...not impr

 Kaunai malin dapne aaye... Grandma's stories!!! We always have a first time with experiences which we hold close to our heart...the first story, its first rendition, the voice modulation, the sudden inclusion of a song within the story, the sparkling expressive eyes and the hand movements, they kind of etch the story forever in our minds...oral rendition with the magic of imagination is still one of the best forms of storytelling but nobody does it better than babi papa(dada dadi) , stories are the fuel that keep the excitement, curiosity and imagination alive within our world...which makes us survive trudge through the mundane The story of 'Parvati and Shiva' is one such story which echoes with the childhood of Kashmiri Pandit community. The month of Feburary is an auspicious month, its when kashmiri households come alive; saaf safai, Shiv Gora bhajans, onset of shopping for Shivratri samigri, lots and lots of walnuts, and once again 'watuk bharun' (experiencing t

  Past Defines... I have heard so many of life coaches, mystic gurus and friends and loved ones say let go past, move on and ahead but its there and it defines what you are , you cant let go but you take a deep breath and move ahead. When you were judged to grow up fast or have an early puberty... the stares and remarks still linger on and encourage you to stay solitary in the comfort of a book or coffee... When you were mocked for not fitting into the parameters of what society considers physically appealing, it stays with your personality as you still prefer silence, yourself and a movie because the pinching feeling in the middle of your chest still comes back , even today when you dress up and go out your mind clouds with how will the stares judge you, how will the facial expression give away the mean comments and how that eye contact and those whispers will judge you again...we get up, hold a steady smile and move on but there is a crunch between the lungs... When at your workplace