Perspectives and perceptions

A friend said something to me today and that brought me back to my blog and going through my words just randomly. You know how one comment leads you into your inbox and then suddenly you're re-reading emails from ages ago and reminiscing about the language, the experiences and the relationships... My blog is kind of like that. I didn't blog regularly. But I was quite consistent. I used to write movie reviews, book reviews, random thoughts that struck me, commentary on how I was growing up, general stuff. What struck me as I read one of my older posts was how much more diverse my reading habits used to be. I've gotten stuck in this urban fantasy genre for a while now, and I only break out of it to read books like Michelle Obama's "Becoming" but more or less I'm stuck reading one genre of books generally. I watch a slightly more diverse set of movies, but just not as intellectually stimulating ones. I remember when I was explaining to a friend about my bo

Context: I saw Gully Boy yesterday. And I've been listening to the sound track pretty much on loop since morning today. I was on a flight from Hong Kong to Beijing this morning when suddenly inspiration struck... After many many days, I suddenly feel this urge to write, To think, to feel, to just get it out. Feels weird to hold a pen again. The grip is off. The speed is gone. There is a flow but I don't really know. A part of me is sad inside, A bit rushed and maybe mad too. I feel like I'm letting life happen to me, Work is sweeping me away, Conversations with friends & family are whiling time away, There doesn't seem to be a plan, a clear goal or even a dream. Work is getting hectic and I'm scared inside, of being swept away by the tide. There is noise, there is smoke, and I'm kind of afloat. I wish I could take the reins in my hand, chart my course and have a plan. I can't figure what has changed or even what is missing, all I

Hello you!  It's been a really long time since I blogged. I think I have probably forgotten how to do write in the first place but sometimes when the subject matter is so strong, you can't stop, so here I am, plunging into the water all over again. Maybe this will signal my coming back from the forgotten bookmarks, or maybe it's a one-off thing, but I'm just going to let this play out as it does. :) Happy New Year to you too! :)  I got back from my holidays and my friends made a plan to go watch this movie on the first day of it's release in Singapore. Yup! It's been a while since I've done one of those. The second was they decided that it was high time I got introduced to The Projector ! In the last 1.5yrs since I've been in Singapore, I've never once been to The Projector. If you're from Bombay, think of how Gaiety-Galaxy look like as theatres compared to the flashy multiplexes and combine that with the vibe, character and aesthetic b

Time is a precious commodity, One cannot have more than 24 hours in a day, Don't leave things until the last minute, Just do it, Blah blah and some more blah! I'm flying to US tomorrow. I haven't packed my bags yet. I have work that needs to get done and sent. I'm on my laptop, but..... I'm not working. I'm not packing my bags. And I'm actually writing a blog! What's more fun? I'm actually going to post the blog when I'm done to my social pages (facebook, g+) and then smile and reply to all the comments that trickle in. Because seriously, how many of my friends are awake at 3am to read my rambling? :P It's funny how at times like these, when I would've expected myself to be the practical, focused person, I'm actually behaving like a kid. Assuming that stuff will magically happen. I'll finish work before my meetings tomorrow. I'll sail through all my meetings and I'll come home, have plenty of time to do my nails,

I told myself this year that I'd start blogging again on a regular basis. What a better blog topic to blog about than my fun december holidays! After all the (read: three) new year celebrations that I've had in Hong Kong for the last three years, I wanted this year to be something different. Have a new experience, visit a new place, try a new cuisine, anything! And so it's not a surprise that weeks before I'm supposed to be leaving for my holiday, I find myself packing for two climates, because my friend's figured out a plan for a group of us to be in Vietnam for a short trip! :) Waiting for the long queue at the boarding gate for Vietnam Airlines The flight to HCMC is as expected, but the visa process isn't! :/ The rule for entering the country is that you are granted a visa-on-arrival provided you have a stamped letter from some registered websites. While we had that letter, we assumed that the next procedure would be to simply walk up to the counter,

(This post was stuck in my drafts since 2008! Horrifying really. :) I haven't made any edits to the original post) I haven't attempted to talk about Kobe sizzlers there, it's hobe which is a form of the verb "to be" :) It's just been the end of a beautiful vacation right in the middle of hectic schedules and bang in the middle of a week! We left on tuesday evening and were back on saturday morning.. that's what i call a beautiful weekday trip! Breaking the monotony, experiencing a new city, and eating some different food! Bliss! We reached calcutta around 8 pm on tuesday and we (my friend and i) took a pre-paid taxi to gariahat bus stop. We just barely managed to cross the HUGE junction circle literally crossing one road at a time much like crossing a hexagon or an octagon! :D We had dinner at this Chinese place, had soup, momo's and the likes. Then we headed towards the host's home and we sat down to gel with him, his family and his

Just recently I was reading my emails.. personal ones. And I sat down to reply to them. That suddenly I realized I'd fallen into such a pattern that I didn't even notice when I stopped replying to emails. I didn't notice when I stopped writing emails. My life had become a mirror of IMs and selfies and #tags and check-ins and +1s and likes... always connected *yay* but then have I lost the essence of life? Have I started thinking in bullet points? Do everything need to have a point? Are we breathing shorter breaths? When was the last time I broke into a dance? When was the last time I wrote poetry? I don't know when this change happened, the whole whatsapp craze, and don't get me wrong, I LOVE whatsapp. I love that I'm this close to my friends and family, but then again I want that to be secondary or complimentary but not solitary. And so I decided the easiest thing to do would be to write. That's simple right? You used to write, you stopped doing it, just