I got off the call with my boss – she wanted me to visit our Malad office on a Monday. I frantically rushed towards the calendar and pretended to know what I was searching for. After a couple of seconds I yelled out “Mummy!”. “What day is it on Monday? Which day?”. Mom stared at … More The Great Hindu Festival
After a long long time (one month) I’m proper drunk at home. No better time to write I feel. There have been friends and acquaintances who have urged me to write more often in the last one month. As usual, I’ve disappointed them. But it’s fine. At least another article is in progress. My dad … More Watching my parents grow old
I have always been a morning person. Through a combination of inability to stay awake a minute beyond 10 p.m. and a mortal fear of my father, I perfected my sleeping schedule. Sunrise, birds singing, Pol rise. But the only time I absolutely LOVED waking up way before sunrise was during Diwali. At Five a.m., … More The ghost of Diwali past
I have just 12 months of professional experience in one of the oldest and most successful companies in our country. One of the first lessons I learnt as a fresher in the company was to learn to accept that I must asphyxiate my social life. I took it in my stride as I convinced myself it is what … More Living to work or Working to Live
Pol Ke Bol! 