Distance smistance

So this is what happens when you le best friend lives in another city. You communicate via all the social media platforms (Facebook and Gmail and gtalk) and also the good old fashioned postal way. There are texts and what’s app, which help you keep in touch. They are also used to schedule call timings, which more than often are missed because ‘life happens when you are busy making plans’.
Oh but when the calls happen – it is the most blissful event that day/night. The solace and comfort you take from hearing their voice on the other end of your mobile is and can only be described as the most sweetest voice in the world.
You cover everything. Beginning from work ( whatever) , proceed to parents (because obviously) and then yes… Boys.
Deeper into the conversation it moves to the deeper stuff. Your thoughts, their views and opinions on events happening in your life. And of course silly inside jokes and punchlines ( unconscious effort or was it consciously effortless??!!… Can’t really remember) but yes.
The point here is – even though there is a distance (my friend is living and working in Bangalore. And though that might not be the same distance existing between you and your friend), having a long distance friend sucks. But when you finally manage to schedule a phone call – oh my! You hang up and you wonder how time has flown off by and you still didn’t manage to speak and talk and listen to everything. But you are glad that you spoke. And that is why friendship kicks distance in its ass!! IMG_0336-0.JPG


Single and Happyish

What is missing in my life
– a boy

What do I have to be thankful for

– a loving and caring family even though they get on my nerves sometimes
– my other family : friends. Even though I might not get to speak or meet them as much as I want to.
– I work at a company I love and write for magazines that I absolutely loved work is exciting and not ‘work’.
– I have the full use of my limbs and body.
– at present, I do not have a cold and that is the probably the most essential and celebratory event for me now.
– of all the cities in the country, I live in Bombay. Delhi and Bangalore are a close second – but that is I am sure a more sentimental feeling than actual love.
– the feel and smell (old and new doesn’t matter) books.
– I am thankful for the Angels that look out for me.

I have all these to fall in love with. And there are a lot of things to fall in love with further that offer me the same comfort and solace as these.

There really isn’t anybody on the horizon (I have looked and scanned) I am single and well… Happyish



So an app update completely wiped out my previous entries on WordPress. Instead of fretting I realised “we hey now. This is the perfect moment to start afresh. Blog about what actually happened and what you like when nothing happens (such a day could occur) and stay away from the verisimilitude conversations that happen in your thoughts and your over dramatic imaginations. ”

Yes. This could work. I can most probably see myself doing this.

Anticipation – “From her faith came her patience.”

I recently finished re-reading the Ramayana written by Devdutt Pattanaik and the chapter titled Anticipation, he has a introduction line, which reads “From her faith came her patience.” Now this is context to Sita waiting patiently and faithfully in the knowledge that Ram shall rescue her from Ravana. Her patience came from her faith, her faith of such a surmountable force, it surprised everyone who heard of it. Maybe it sprung out of fear or maybe it was a strong belief, but it was there and it was unshakeable.

A line from an Arctic Monkeys song goes –

“Anticipation has the habit to set you up
For disappointment in evening entertainment but
Tonight there’ll be some love
Tonight there’ll be a rawkus, regardless of what’s gone before

Regardless of what’s gone before – those are the key words that we have to consider and comprehend. That is the key in keeping the faith. And that is where patience comes from.

Keeping the faith 🙂

Why You Should Never, Ever, Ever Get A Tattoo (but Having a Baby is Fine)

The Ugly Volvo

I’m not super pro-tattoo or anti-tattoo.  I’ve debated getting one in the past but never that seriously.  But my mother is vehemently anti-tattoo.  Listed below are the reasons my mother has always given me for why I shouldn’t get a tattoo.

And I understand that she’s from a different generation.  And I love my mother very much.  She’s a really wonderful person and I’m not saying none of them is a legitimate reason, but I’m saying that after having a child, I find it really hard to take any of them seriously.

And so in case you were headed out to the tattoo parlor as we speak, here are:


1.  “A Tattoo is Forever”

Yes, a tattoo is forever.  Totally forever!  Except that a tattoo can, if needed, be erased with a laser.

 *Some of you read that and immediately thought, "I am so exhausted, please I need a laser that can temporarily erase a three year-old," but sorry, that is not a thing that exists.  

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In search of the perfect email sign-off

Mine is – the time you enjoyed wasting was not wasted 😉

the world in words

Here’s a guest post from New York-based and friend of the Big Show, Alina Simone.

Remember being a sad weirdo in high school and feeling so insecure, you just kind of cop other people’s style and hope no one will notice?

Sculpting your hair into a black Aquanet spire to fit in with the Goths? Shredding the skin off your knees doing an Olly to impress the skaters?

Okay that’s just me. But I thought I’d at least kissed that grim, grasping feeling goodbye.

Actually, it confronts me every day, almost every hour, in the form of the email sign-off. Am I the only one? The only one who feels like nothing fits?

That all those “Warmlys” and “Regards” and “All bests” are the worst?

And all those international options — “Ciao” and “Suerte” and “Bises” and, God forbid, “Tatty bye”? — don’t help. They hurt. A lot.


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A giant art installation targets predator drone operators

Not a bug splat



In military slang, Predator drone operators often refer to kills as ‘bug splats’since viewing the body through a grainy video image gives the sense of an insect being crushed.

To challenge this insensitivity as well as raise awareness of civilian casualties, an artist collective installed a massive portrait facing up in the heavily bombed Khyber Pukhtoonkhwa region of Pakistan, where drone attacks regularly occur. Now, when viewed by a drone camera, what an operator sees on his screen is not an anonymous dot on the landscape, but an innocent child victim’s face.


The installation is also designed to be captured by satellites in order to make it a permanent part of the landscape on online mapping sites.

The project is a collaboration of artists who made use of the French artist JR’s ‘Inside Out’ movement. Reprieve/Foundation for Fundamental Rights helped launch the effort which has been released with the hashtag

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