Thursday, September 15, 2016

Yahoo mail and Nostalgia


Today I did something unusual. I remembered my yahoo email ID out of the blue and tried logging in. It is unusual because I am logging in after almost a good decade. Well, do you know what a decade can do to you?

I

>graduated from college
>graduated again from college, this time with a Masters
>went through unemployment, the great economic recession
>Thought about becoming a wanderer, photographer, movie director, writer, tech entrepreneur etc
> Oh I forgot, fell in love; madly like a dim wit and screwed my life
>decided to get a job
>find love again; ink it on paper
>have a baby
>send the baby to school
> And yeah, remembered my yahoo ID

There were 7598 unattended emails waiting for my attention. Some assumed that I am looking for love, others believed I had humble manly assets, and a million people did crazy things to me on Facebook, and I was lost. It was actually 2 AM and I wanted to sleep.

Then, suddenly I saw an option to re-arrange my mails from earliest to latest; like the sorting from low price to high price in olx, flipkart, amazon…(middle class folks would know)

Hurrah.

I pulled out some of the scandalous things that I have done in life. My adolescence flashed in front of me and I could suddenly smell the searing heat of Delhi. I guess this is what is known as nostalgia.

I suddenly remembered my friends from that era, who formed an essential part of my life at that time.

The emails, the forwards, and the miss you notes and other notes…damn…Did I really write them?

Oh no..what have I done..? But I saw some equally cheesy replies from my friends who would be equally embarrassed if I showed them the same. So, I guess it was all the age and the hormones that were ruling at sweet sixteen and the immediate aftermath.
But yeah, embarrassing it was. Scandalous. The secretive/not so secretive part of you that a very few people know, but won’t mind.

Friendship and the process of growing up.

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Ruminations: sometime, somewhere

Being vague is being stupid.

Ruminations: sometime, somewhere




Being vague is being stupid.










Sunday, January 3, 2016

Ruminations: Sometime, Somewhere





What goes around comes around and rather quickly.








Saturday, January 2, 2016

Nagercoil diaries

People here must be very tolerant, because nothing else could explain how they continue to use such pothole filled roads from time immemorial now. From other perspectives, maybe, we could also say anti- social or.. selfish?

Nagercoil diaries


It is strange how the sight of windmills can bring about two extremely opposite emotions, within a period of 15 days. One of joy, excitement and homecoming, and other of despair, sadness and anger.