Afterthoughts about weddings

Last weekend was a cacophony of merry sounds – that of clanking cutleries against plates, serenading of 90’s love songs that I didn’t think I could ever hear again, greetings and hugs (or thumps for the boys) between old friends and the ultimate come-together for the joyous occasion – a wedding. I didn’t think weddings are…

Happy Birthday, my fellow Walrus.

Eleven years ago, we donned our pale blue pinafores (they were horrible) and white blouses and started our high school careers with absolutely no idea how things will pan out after reaching the end. Ten years ago, we sat side by side, noses burrowed deep in our Harry Potter books, uncaring about the world and…

(Some of) What my mum taught me

Parents have philosophies to impart all the time. Half of them are good, a quarter of them we dismiss as being half baked and the other quarter, we will remember for the rest of our lives. This is one such philosophy which will stay on for a very long time within me. My mum’s notion…

Are you living or merely breathing?

I get that the High Life defined by the people of today’s generation seems to be luxury goods, unnecessary number of good food and a lot of traveling with even more pictures posted on Facebook and Instagram. That seems to be the Asian mentality and it’s fine with me if you subscribe to it; after…

Drinking with a Canadian in Munich

They say that in life, you are bound to have life-changing conversations. I find this statement flawed; how does one instance change you with such absoluteness? I abhor objective deals but I find that in Munich, I really did encounter a life-changing 4 hour conversation. His name is Aarron – this is not a misspell…

Learning to be a person.

It’s like holding a shard of glass. Close your palm, and you will definitely cut yourself. Life has taken many unexpected turns of late. All the unraveling has happened so fast, I almost couldn’t catch my breath. I wish I could say I am at a better place now, or that I am happy – but…

Life’s a stage.

The routine is about the same. We sleep facing opposite sides; our backs more intimate with the gaping space on the bed. Tumbled sheets are still and as the darkest hour arrives, we sleep through drunken stupor and once-white dreams. The morning light slowly begins to steal yesterday night’s escapes but do we care? No,…