Reflections On Ambient Sounds

One lingering memory of Durga pujas at Barasat are the acoustic version of retro Hindi songs of Salil Choudhury playing in the neighborhood somewhere. Right from Yeh Kya Hua to O Sajna, Barkha Bahaar Aayi…they play them all. And it sounds just wonderful. Seeped in whispers of the years that’ve passed while trying to make…

Reblogged:Playing With The Hand You’re Dealt…

Isn’t that what it all boils down to in life? It isn’t always celebrating the things that go well or in accordance with our plans or even making our peace with the things that don’t. It’s finally just existing with what IS. Sometimes we are able to do it gracefully and other times it takes a…

The Mumbling Husband

Originally published in- http://fortunatecave.livejournal.com/110328.html Red mumbles. And quite likely, I’m going deaf in one ear. This is how it happened:  I was saying something about Mumaith Khan  Red said something I heard as thus- She looks like Cromwell. Me: Cromwell? Oliver Cromwell? Eeks!! Red: Cromwell?!! I said kaamwaali!! *walks away shaking his head at me…

A Letter To My Sleeping Son

The following content has been rated GG (goody-goody and slightly gagworthy). Spoiler alert- expect mother love and nothing else. Dear Monkeyboy, Ever since I saw that little button nose in the sonogram I knew you’d be the cutest person in the whole world. And while you weren’t the chubbiest kid ever born, the pearly luster…

A Walk Down Memory Lane

Some of us actively live in the past. How things were, how they happened et al. And that’s understandable. There’s a comfort in looking back at things which have already occurred. You don’t need to worry about them again…they’re done. Maybe not dusted but you know how they’ve played out. It’s *not* the unknown. The present…