Indelible Musings

I have been thinking of writing for this post since long. But somehow the fact that I had ‘struggled’ and overcame those struggles to reach where I am today made me feel miserable. Not that my struggles are probably the toughest. I am sure many other fellow bloggers, and for that matter, every person has had their own share of struggles, some worse than mine, some better. Guess that’s the beauty of a struggle. It took me quite some time to figure out what has been the most daunting task for me till date. And, have I been able to overcome it? I don’t know which was harder – to take the decision of changing streams in Class XII, or to take up Journalism in IIMC when I could clear no other exam for a Post-Graduation. Or was it the time when I was well settled in a job, but had to quit and move back to parents because of their insecurity with my relationship. No, may be, it was the time when I wouldn’t find a suitable job and work for peanuts as a Freelancer. But, I think I can safely...

The first post of 2016 has finally arrive, though a week late. Last year, I had written the first blog on the first day of the year, with an aim to continue the trend throughout. I am glad I succeeded in it. This year, while writing was on my agenda, there was something else hovering over my mind. A long weekend awaited all of us during the beginning of the New Year. Almost everyone that I know of had some or the other plans ready. We on the other hand had just a small idea of heading to Bengaluru to be with family (His parents and sister). So while on one hand, I checked for Tatkal tickets to Bengaluru, I simultaneously opened multiple windows to see 'weekend getaways from Bengaluru'. That's how I zeroed down on Chikmagalur. While there are many lessons learnt on this impromptu trip, there is no denying that it was the need of the hour too. Moreover, I was of the opinion that who knows may be, if I began the year with a travel, the year may continue to be so :-) How we ...

#I wanted to post this tomorrow but somehow couldn't wait any longer since I had written this post two days back. So, it is basically an advance Birthday wish for Kaku. Have you ever been fond of someone so dear yet who isn't related to you biologically? Whom you meet one fine day through your parents and who becomes an integral part of your life just like your parents, uncles, aunts, cousins etc. Someone, who is far away from you, whom you hardly remember often yet there are times when you remember them fondly and wish they were there. Someone, who is no longer physically present but has etched a never dying image in your mind. Someone, whom you have loved, not just unconditionally, but with as much love and affection as you would your parents. I have. He is (was) my Soumen Kaku. An uncle, whom I met through my parents. He wasn't related to any of us. He was our family friend's relative's friend. You must be confused by now to what relation did he have with u...

There are days when you are low. There are days when you don't know how to keep up with all the good things happening with you. Then there are days when both the high and low come together and in the end, what you get is a fulfilled day. Today is one such day for me. I had been feeling very low since morning. Then came a lady to meet me and my son. This lady is someone I met for the first time today. Until today, we had exchanged only a few or rather quite a lot chat messages/whatsapp messages and a few phone calls after I was back in Chennai. In fact, she was the first to call me after I returned.  Isn't it strange how people you hardly know, make you feel special in their own little ways?  This lady, I call her aunty but I would prefer to address her as 'this lady' in my blogpost for now. We accidentally became friends on Facebook. She must be in her sixties but has a heart of Twenty something. She looks old but her enthusiasm, nature, always ready to help sp...

Dressed in red, she stands at the doorstep A few minutes from now, her life will take a new turn She stands but her mind goes on a flashback As she reminisces the moments she spent In the four corners of the very place, which was her abode. Her mother had said they came here when she was an infant, The walls of the abode have a story to tell of her growing up years, There she was, running here and there from her mother's grasp to her father's lap; from the brother's leg pulling to her favorite window; The walls were screaming out loud "Don't go there.. We're here.." "Pat" Flashback turns into a reality She was standing at the doorstep dressed in red, adorned with jewels She was waiting for her man, her prince charming She had waited for this day for long ever since her childhood, Fascination for the prince charming riding on a white horse, Who will take her away from her abode; But now she wanted to delay, So, she could...

This blog post had been running in my mind since long; especially, after I watched the movie, ‘2 States.’ Though, I thought that I should write a review, but then, it would have been the same as any other review. Hence, I decided to delve into another angle, which I pondered upon while watching the movie. The movie, which is an adaptation of a novel, ‘2 States- The story of my marriage,’ by Chetan Bhagat, does not need any introduction or conclusion. It very succinctly reflects the basic idea of a love marriage in India. Love marriage, that too, between two people belonging to two different states. As Chetan Bhagat mentioned in the book, and like Arjun Kapoor says in the movie, [What is most important in a marriage?- Love. But In India, marriage is a slightly longer process. It is not only about love between a guy and a girl. But also, the guy’s family has to love the girl; the girl’s family has to love the guy. The guy’s family has to love the girl’s family and vice versa. And, in b...