I always wondered why people cry during Oscar acceptance speeches. Why athletes tear up on the podium? How can anybody cry when they are happy? On my last day at school, Roshan asked for my number. With teary eyes and breaking voice, he tells me that I should inform him without fail if I ever … Continue reading Goodbyes, Keychains and Oscars
I miss being excited about things. When I was a kid, I subscribed to a monthly magazine called Children's Digest. I used to sit outside our house, beside the gate, and stare at the bend in the road hoping the postman would come carrying my copy. When he does arrive, he would smile exposing the … Continue reading Lesson Planning and Other Exciting Things
I was in 5th standard and I wanted to know how babies were born? I liked to find scientific explanations to things I see around me. But no one was willing to give me the answer to this question. I vividly remember discussing this with a friend. We had a theory. The moment a mangalsutra … Continue reading Mother vs Science
The other day I helped my brother move to a new place. When we were done we sat there in the new house with all the unopened boxes around us. Hungry and exhausted, we ordered biryani and coke. The moment I started eating, my brother tells me, “Why are you eating like a pig? Stop … Continue reading Eating with my mouth closed
I never bought books. I either begged or borrowed them from others. My mother was against buying them. She scoffed at me when I bought Emma Donoghue’s Room using a prize coupon I had. She told me - after you read, it is just a stack of papers sewn together with a colorful cover. Don’t … Continue reading On Reading
I asked my father the other day, “Is there something you wanted to do all your life, but never got around doing it?” He looked at me surprised. Lowered the newspaper he was reading and looked away into the distance. The latest craze of ‘following your passion’ or ‘doing what you like’ was an alien … Continue reading Dad
Cadbury Eclairs. All I wanted was Cadbury Eclairs. I was nine. I would pop one of these in my mouth and suck on it till the insides of my mouth became sore. The outer caramel layer crumbles and the chocolate filling would come gushing out like the first rain of the season. I would have … Continue reading Chocolates, Cycles and Cashews
