kaapimusings

I always thought that moving homes was going to be easy for me. After all I had shifted twice in Mumbai and packed my stuff umpteen number of times in Symbiosis and when we kept moving homes in Mumbai. However this time around the feeling is different. This time around as I pack my belongings I feel like I am letting go of something precious and invaluable. I never thought of myself as someone who was very house proud-I never spent hours in the kitchen. I used to be annoyed at the thought of cooking and keeping a tab of work to be done around the house. Keeping surfaces dust free annoyed the hell out of me. I wanted to work and I honestly felt sometimes that it was unfair to expect that I would be a marvel at house keeping simply by the virtue of being of a woman. But all that changed when we decided to move to Singapore. I think for the longest time, I was living in some sort of psychological denial where I used to keep telling the world that we were going but never really made the ef...

As it continues to rain and drench the sunlight trying to struggle through my window, my mind wanders to some monsoons gone by. We are often fickle when it comes to rain, changing our like or dislike for it as it suits our mood. While one is all alone at home with nothing but the sound of raindrops hitting the AC for company, it casts a film of gloom around everything it moistens. However I remember a time when my friends and I walked through the rain, trying to squeeze two or three of our not so tiny selves under one umbrella. Seeking shelter in Andheri Mega Mall after gorging on some Chinese food, we waited for the rains to stop while we indulged in some caffeine therapy. Coffee has a way of making you feel warm and cosy from within, like someone wrapped a blanket around you from inside and held you close. Over coffee began photography, as my good friend Gattu, ever eager to display his I -phone began to take some pictures of us. Some were candid, but most had us strike absurd and m...

There are very few things that can bring a smile to my neo existentialism these days, Rakhi ka swayamvar is one of them. Over the years Rakhi sawant has created an a brand out of herself.. she is bold, outspoken, melodramatic, self made and a child of the increasingly sensationalist media. So when Rakhi announced that she was looking for a groom suddenly people sat up and said... really?? Thus began a reality show where Rakhi Sawant and 16 rather intimidated men held hands and moonlighted in different parts of a rather well decorated fort. All the men were in love with her and and wanted to marry her and in a world where men are often rumoured to be commitment phobic, here were 16 men who couldnt wait to tie the knot and took full advantage of this launch pad as their claim to fame. Mouthing wonderfully scripted lines, it would be hard to find a bunch of more liberal and broad minded men in one room at any given point of time. The attempts to profess love often bordering on the ridicul...

What began as a seemingly inanane discussion, ended up placing the seed of creativity for my next post on this long neglected blog where I stop to comment on this that and a lot more on my interesting experiences of life. This post is dedicated to my four loving room mates, my closest friends for the past three years and now my family. I often wonder what life would be like without them.. Mumbai is so impersonal in its treatment of people that I feel deeply grateful to know atleast 4 people who care about my whereabouts and in whose life my presence makes a difference. I am going to code name them Sneezy, Grumpy, Sleepy and Dopey. Two of them are tiny, but Grumpy and Sleepy though not vertically challenged quite fit the bill so we shall save them further angst. They have decided to christen me Snow White, which I personally consider quite pompous, given the fact that I had very little to do with my genetically bleached persona.. but anyway.. so it shall be... We are quite a happy group...

Everday in the morning, my friend Nidhi and me set out like Ulesseys on an adventurous journey where we struggle to get a ride on the three wheeled ruler of the road, the autorickshaw. Do not take these dimunitive looking metallic inventions for granted.. they posses the awesome power of leaving grown up people stranded, raising the blood pressure of saints and if nothing else giving you a bad tan as you wait in the sun for one to take mercy on you and allow you to reach office on time. Autos are manned by mystical crreatures who are driving them to no clear destination. No part of Andheri is a suitable place to go to. There are other charioteers who will shake their head in disgust as if I have just named a particular red light area. Nahin...they say as one would say bah! there some wonderful specimens who have already decided where they want to go- why do we need buses when you have autos on fixed route. Some kind person should make little boards for these wise men so that it makes l...