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Never Will I Ever ...

(Circa - Sometime during peak lockdown) We are sitting in a circle; this new circle of friends that has got formulated in recent months courtesy-the pandemic. We are basically a bunch of individuals who look forward to our weekly get-togethers on our building terrace comprising of you guessed it; a handful of us who have got close because of geographical circumstances that the lockdown has forced upon us. We like to tell ourselves that this is the ‘safest’ option we have as of now since we cannot meet any of our other friends in our regular haunts which we used to frequent in otherwise ordinary times. On one such balmy night; I find myself gazing pensively into the calm, inky blue sky and it almost seems like the Mumbai skyline is trying to seduce me with it’s beautiful purple and yellow lights twinkling and swirling all around me. The stars are sparkling. The moon is gorgeous with it’s light shimmering on the water like a promise. I’m abruptly drawn out of this reverie by a sharp nudg...
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I Miss All The Last Times ...

March 12, 2020. It’s not a special occasion. But this day is etched in my memory; one that I often recall, during these past few months with nostalgia.   “What time and where?” he asks. I say, “Let’s not do a movie with the whole covid scare looming over us and wait a couple of weeks for things to settle.” “Coffee then?” she asks. And that’s how a bunch of friends decide to “catch up”. Did we know it would be the last time we would be stepping out properly for a social get together? Hell no! Had we known, the plan would have been more elaborate and we would have at least dressed up better.    We headed out for a cuppa coffee. As things would turn out most unexpectedly (as often they do) we landed up in a hip South Bombay restaurant which was surprisingly packed to the brim for a Thursday night despite the pandemic fear haunting us in a somewhat abstract way. That night none of us could fathom the gravity of what lay ahead of us. Schools for the kids were declared indefini...

Life Lessons I Learnt From a Master Calligrapher

My aunt sent me a text message the other day. Her exact words, “The lockdown has funny manifestations." I think what she meant was that the pandemic had impacted us in different ways. As humans, we have shown considerable resilience. We have proven the proverbial words, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” Some of the enterprising ones have even taken out the shot glasses, added some salt and gone ahead and made tequila - you get the gist… To hush the din in my head and to do something with my newfound time, I decided to take up a hobby. Being the kind of person who shies away from anything conventional, I decided to let my creative juices flow by trying my hand at a new for me but very ancient art form – calligraphy. I quickly learnt that there are many styles within the captivating world of calligraphy. I was particularly fascinated by the beauty and vintage style of pointed pen copperplate calligraphy. English handwriting masters developed this in the 18th century. I co...

Letting Go ...

When I was a little girl, my family spent most of the holidays plotting and planning various holiday destinations which were solely based on the number of amusement parks on offer. The adrenaline rush the park rides rendered was the touchstone in narrowing down the search to  the  exact continent, country and city. I clearly remember going on one such ride that has etched it’s mark in my memory. It was this roller coaster for which I covertly tiptoed as much as I could to make the height limit of 135cms. Little did my 8-year-old mind realise the consequences of my conspiracy. Or, maybe it did but the exuberance of conquering this ride quickly overrode every other doubt I possibly had.   I laughed along with everyone, excited to be participating in this great adventure as we moved along the endless line. As the ride commenced, it turned pitch dark and I was instantly jolted into space amongst twinkling stars and Star Wars kind of music. Very quickly things took a snarky tu...

Homeschooling and the Whole Shebang...

Disclaimer - No individual; child or adult was hurt or affected during the events which transpired below. Preamble- Never have parents prayed so fervently for their children’s schools to restart. Never has it been less likely to happen in the foreseeable future. We are living in unprecedented times. We are drinking unprecedented amounts of coffee and if we are being very honest, wine too.  As I finally sit in my not so quiet corner to start jotting down my thoughts I realize that I cannot string a single sentence in my head or frame my thoughts and put them on paper without being interrupted at least 5 times within 60 seconds (yes, I decided to keep count lest this discontentment is part of my imagination). The reason behind my disgruntlement is none other than the constant attention that my boys have been craving since this pandemic took over our lives. Homeschooling; seems more like 24/7 school because the questions and demands do not end even post the 1 pm stipulated time that ‘...

What’s Your Insta Personality?

A research by Harvard University shows that when you receive a 'like' on social media your brain sends a chemical message called dopamine which gives you a feeling of being rewarded and makes you feel good. In the current times when talking about mental health has become a need of the hour; I feel we cannot ignore the impact social media has on the mental health of individuals. I used to be guilty of finding myself scrolling through social media for hours mindlessly, until I heard a podcast in which the speaker said that this act is much like an addiction. Just like drugs or alcohol in which the addict to get his “fix” numbs his mind of thoughts and refuses to let his heart actually feel emotions; in much the same way, he resorts to these external devices.  Since people haven’t been able to strut their personalities much outside, a lot of them are looking to make their mark online. As we suffer from this pandemic everyone’s favourite visual medium - Instagram has become centre ...

What My Deleted Selfies Taught Me About Self-Love

Girl Before A Mirror-Pablo Picasso(1932) Location-MoMA I’ve always had an overwrought relationship with pictures of myself. I don’t like seeing myself in pictures or taking them. Whenever I look at my pics it usually leaves me feeling that my eyes seem somewhat uneven and my nose is always too big for my face. At the risk of sounding vain, I just feel I don’t look pretty enough. And as I get older matters seems to get worse with my eyebrows getting sparser and little greys making their grand entries.  And it’s just so simply that the spiral of negative self-talk begins and, in an instant, the picture gets deleted. Fifty more follow sometimes much to the chagrin of those poor victims who happen to be featured in the pictures with me. One such dismissed picture which had made its way into the recently deleted folder of my phone happened to be seen by a friend who remarked that I looked beautiful and why would I just dump it? That’s when I re-examined it with less critical eyes and th...