Always the Summers are slipping away I walked the avenue, ’til my legs felt like stone,I heard the voices of friends, vanished and gone,At night I could hear the blood in my veins,It was just as black and whispering as the rain,On the streets of Calcutta urf Kolkata. ~ Bruce Sprinsteen (In case you had…
Category: memories
Growing Up a Little
All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go I’m standin’ here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye But the dawn is breakin’ It’s early morn The taxi’s waitin’ ~John Denver, Leaving On A Jet Plane . You would be forgiven for thinking that Life goes on uninterrupted even when disaster strikes, or what at…
The Capital-ist Chronicles?
Delhi is, by no means a Daal Chawal. It has evolved for quite a few hundred years, things that we had unwillingly read in the History Books, imagine Delhi to be a living, breathing human. Then think of the fact that century-old human has lived them all, pulling through the phases and building itself layer on layer, growing a bit every decade, and yet time pours, and the city still has room to fill.
Hillscapade #3: Hitting the Streets
There are two ways in which people explore new places. One, they google and follow the guidebook to strictly walk the well-trodden path, not a hair out of place. Two, you Google just to get an idea of where things are and ditch the guidebook to just walk, aimlessly (that is, if you do not…
Rants : Pixar, Charizard, Eve… And Olaf
My Ten-year old cousin brother is hooked to Motu Patlu. My sister, who gave her boards this year was addicted to Chhota Bheem a couple of years ago. I look at them, and somehow, in some weird way or the other, I feel old. And while they remain glued to the TV or swipe to…
Hillscapade #2: Momos and Hills
“Bhaiya, humara ek photo kheech doge?” I was standing at the edge of the precipice when I heard the request. The battery indicator of my camera was pulsing a dim red. Its end was near, but the view was far from mesmerizing. The clouds were rolling in, enveloping the streets and stairs in the greyish…
Hillscapade #1
The last night was spent with me trying to do justice to this post. A day and many drafts later, I realized that the last time I went looking for justice, it was followed by League and that will be one of the worst Superhero movies to be ever made. And thus, I ditched the…
Rants: Being Bangali… And a Blogger
The very first hurdle, or public enemy 101 of being a Blogger, or trying to be a Blogger or any individual with a kickass affinity for penning down thoughts or writing useful stuff that adds value is called a Block. Not the kind used by Directors. Not even the kind that comes with a tackle,…
Rants: Perks of Being a Geek
Life is not a fairy tale, and it will never be. And I learned it the hard way. Yeah, don’t tell me that you haven’t read a fairy tale. Please, that is a blatant lie, and you are a bad bad liar. Either you have read it, or your mom has read it to you to…
The Undying Calcuttan
In the Caprice of the impending monotone of afternoons, Do you remember the promises you had made? Or do you leave your responsibilities because hey, my feelings – I say they’re dead. . Do you remember the Boom of the thunder and the transient flash of lightning? Harbingers of a dance in the downpour, the…
Shuvam Manna 