Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I am currently facing a gargantuan task. I have to sort out the images I have with me on my hard drive. The device is running out of space and I know I'll keep taking more pictures so I have no option but to optimize the usage as soon as possible. So, what's the brouhaha... Continue Reading →
I don't always deal well with extended weekends where my kid's a part of the equation and Red isn't around or not going to be around to be a buffer. We, TO and I, get along well for a few hours and then I feel like asking his school principal to keep the school going... Continue Reading →
I'll be the first one to admit it, my kid's sticktoitiveness comes and goes. He's tried his hands at roller blading and then suddenly didn't want to do it anymore. He's resisted all attempts at learning to swim properly; preferring to channel an otter as his spirit animal instead. Red tried badminton with him and... Continue Reading →
I am adaptable with technology but the kind of technology that's been a constant with little tweaks here and there. Same goes for the hardware part of it I guess. Am currently in the limbo between Windows and MAC OS. The lovable geeks in my life (and a few of the non-geeks) have praised the... Continue Reading →
My native language is Bangla. Am not entirely proficient in it. I can speak it but the "purists" can usually gauge that I'm not one of them. Apparently it reeks of being an "outsider" aka from outside the hallowed boundaries of West Bengal. I can manage to read and write it but it'd be better... Continue Reading →
The Offspring (TO) had his second brush with the Big Questions- where did all life come from, does God exist et al? The first one was when Red's grandma passed away. Apparently the child who can believe in different categories of dragons, is having trouble believing that a "Supreme Being" created Man. He got off... Continue Reading →
Monday to Friday my child looks at me as the incarnation of the Wicked Witch of the West+her flying monkeys all rolled into one. Weekends I do the same to him when he gets up before I want him to. Cue Elton John singing 'Circle Of Life' in the background.
Caffeine is defined as 'an alkaloid compound which is found especially in tea and coffee plants and is a stimulant of the central nervous system.'I, on the other hand, would call it the life-giving and life-sustaining elixir which enables me to tolerate my fellow man, open my eyes in the morning without wishing a piano... Continue Reading →
I belong to the Wren&Martin generation. It was ground up, chopped, blended, diced and shoved down our throats till the knee jerk reaction for anything pertaining to grammar and syntax meant reaching for our copy of W&M to confirm its accuracy. Fast forward a couple of years when colloquialisms rule the roost. There are differences... Continue Reading →
TO has an accent. We're not sure which country it belongs to. It's a relic mishmash of whatever animated programs he's grown up watching. He, however, doesn't know Hindi; a language he loves listening to songs in. His pronunciations are decidedly foreign and poor dear Alexa often has problems deciphering what he wants. The new... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 