Say Cheers! one day I’d like to relive huh? Let’s see…should it be the day I first met my school time crush?The day I had my first date? The day I topped in my graduation honours? Definitely the day I landed myself a job?

Naaah….it’s the day I had a booze party with my roommate!! Yes,check the name, am a girl & am publicly acknowledging that me & my roommate(female…duh!) got drunk one Sunday night! Before you make any assumptions with your raised eyebrows or start imagining stupid stuff thanks to the American Pie kinda movies, let me tell you-all we did was drink,get high & laugh our guts out!

Two girls-not visiting any pubs (Gurgaon me bar & pubs?Classic case of aa bail mujhe maar!), no drunken driving, no abusive, irrational, indecent behaviour, no devdasi syndrome either …drunk for the sake of pure fun! How we managed to buy a bottle is another story. So anyway , we munched on tasty chicken legs, got high on vokda & danced in our tiny room as my laptop blared Linkin Park & Daddy Yankee. We laughed like we’ve never cried, called our exes & made a joke of them (I finally told my ex that he’d ruined my first kiss-I felt like the princess kissing a frog,sadly the frog didn’t even turn into a prince!). Somewhere after an hour or two, we calmed down & slept peacefully.

If I were to repeat a day,I sure as hell would repeat that amazing night minus of course the hangover. Lesson learnt-never drink on Sunday night!













P.S:Am not glorifying drinking and certainly not by any means implying that one can have fun only when they are on a high. For me it was fun because it was a once in a blue moon thing. So frequent drinkers stop smirking & those who haven’t touched alcohol kindly stop doing that ‘hawwww

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An Ode to you Aja

When I was a kid, not even inducted in pre-school yet, Mom says I used to grab a pen and draw circles on magazines pretending to be writing. I still do the same…only now the pages are initially blank and the circles are replaced by words. But the pretence is the same. Today of all the days I realized why it’s not always possible to express everything in writing. Why sometimes you just feel so chocked with emotions that even words don’t help.

Writing to me has always been the most natural way to share thoughts. While other bought gifts for their mothers on mother’s day, I’d simply pen down a poem for her. And whether she liked it or not, she’d always appreciate it. I even remember how I’d cunningly written a formal application to my parents with the following salutations-


The Head of the family


The Deputy Head ..” of course, the who’s who part was left unsaid.

But today my writing has failed me, because I don’t know how to express what I am feeling. Facing death up close, it’s my first time. And losing someone who has always been a pillar of strength, an inspiration since childhood, my Grand Pa, can never be easy. I associate writing with his loss, because he was a person who always amazed me with his talent. A Physicist & a writer, Dr. Kulomani Samal was a name many scientists & writers from Odisha know very well. He showed me how to find your passion in supposedly opposite streams-art & science. He made me love Physics and corrected my pronunciation as well.  In fact it was he who told me about UK & US versions of the language. He would often make me read aloud newspaper headlines when I was a kid & poke at my vocabulary from time to time. He’d give me Odia poems sometimes to translate. I was the happiest when last year after reading something I’d written, he’d expressed his desire that I write his biography.

Such a versatile personality he was & is still such an inspiration for me… He left for the heavens today…at his study table, writing…Far away I can’t even be a part of the funeral.

Writing to me is fulfilling your dream Aja, to make you smile up there when you see me, proud of your granddaughter.

With Aja :)

With Aja 🙂

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If We Meet

Meeting strangers is nothing new for this generation. We do it everyday-add strangers on our online social (virtual) circle just because they have a cool/hot (depending on your gender) display picture. We adjust with strangers all the time, at school, offices, sometimes even get married to strangers we’ve never seen before (it happens only in India). But would you meet a random person and just start talking to them?

I’m a big fan of Before Sunrise & Before Sunset. I daydream about meeting a handsome stranger (yes, handsome is a prerequisite, what? I’m only human!) & fleeing with him on a random senseless detour from my everyday humdrum life. I want to meet someone who for once looks deep into my eyes, beyond my spectacles & continues poking at my intellect (or whatever there is of it). Someone who has a problem with Paulo Coelho’s writing like I do & someone who’d fight with me over the eccentrics allowed to a writer. Who would discuss with me about life & death and that faulty see-saw called Karma.

What would happen when I meet that stranger? That moment when our eyes would meet, will we acknowledge each other or treat this as an irrelevant incident? Will we take the chance & explore the unknown facets of life together or turn our heads back, returning to the safety of the known? We won’t ask each other our names, for names are just nouns…proper nouns meant to identify you. Who needs that when I already know your thoughts & you? Will we take down our addresses or phone numbers? May be if you stimulate my mind enough to make me hungry for more.

We would not talk about personal stuff. As much as I value your opinions I’d never ask if you have a family. I am not going to delve into your life & try to judge you by the mistakes you made and the accomplishments you claim to be yours, for I know life isn’t the way we want it to be. So let me just ask what you want & why. Show me who and what you are & I’ll do the same. Let the world see us as strangers.

I’m waiting to meet you, stranger & then see what happens next.

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WOW Post :)

WOW Post 🙂