Every month, there's a collection drive that takes place in my neighbourhood. A notice is sent around on WhatsApp informing the date, time and venue so that people can come by and drop off stuff they don't need. This stuff is then taken away to be reused, recycled or upcycled. I'm a pretty regular (and … Continue reading Stuff It!
I have just begun to read a very interesting book titled 'Indian Christmas' which is a compilation of different accounts about how Christmas was and is celebrated across India. The foreword itself triggered off so many memories for me that after a point I couldn't tell if I was reading what another person had written … Continue reading Christmases of Yesteryear…
A houseful of memories This is the house in which I spent the first 23 years of my life. When we left the place in 1986 (when this picture was taken), the house too was just a year or so older than I was at that time. This is because my parents were the first … Continue reading Yesterday Once More but not quite….
Robert Frost may have spoken evocatively in his poems about lovely, dark and deep woods and trodden/untrodden paths; thereby inspiring numerous readers to set off exploring woody trails and unknown paths, but for me the inspiration has always been the writings of Enid Blyton. Her books may now be considered controversial, problematic and lacking in … Continue reading Into The Woods
I remember a time, long, long ago, way back, when I had just entered the teaching profession: summer holidays used to be eagerly anticipated and each day relished to the fullest. So that, once school re-opened, we were re-energized and ready to take on the new academic year. Oh, and summer holidays used be for … Continue reading The Changing Face of Summer Holidays
Wall have ears and maybe that's why buildings have history. So when old buildings get demolished, their history too gets ground into rubble. As do the stories of their inhabitants. The city we live in is slowly and inexorably losing parts of its history as many familiar, old landmarks disappear. Pretty soon, we will be … Continue reading In search of a bygone era.
Food and nostalgia in the company of old friends- now that's a combination that's hard to beat. When my friends and I decided to take a walk down memory lane one Saturday morning, we were very clear that we would be eating all along the way. The meeting point was an old favourite- Marz aka … Continue reading Form Marz to MahaNaaz- eating our way down memory lane.
There comes a point in one's life when a new year is just another year. There's no thrill or excitement or anticipation of what the next twelve months may bring. It's more of a heigh-ho-it's home-to-work- we- go kind of a feeling and the calendar will have already been scanned for the holidays and the … Continue reading It’s All Write!
It's a tablecloth! No, it's a 'manda' While going through some old, really old family photographs (as in, from before I was born), this one popped up and as usual; launched a string of memories. What you see here is a 'manda' - a kind of roti that was served at every single wedding dinner … Continue reading Of ‘mandas’ and ‘gosht’ at the Mission.
The thing about memories is that they set off a train of thoughts that race through the mind; like those 'painted stations' that 'whistle by' in Stevenson's much-loved poem 'From a Railway Carriage'. Just one post about my summer holidays and it's like 'Yesterday Once More' in my mind. So, here's another snippet from those … Continue reading Of Monkeys at the Mission
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