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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The Best Thing in Life is…

wowbadgeThe best thing in life is, to be able to be with your loved ones….naaah! They nag a lot, expect a lot & give you nothing but a headache!

The best thing in life is to have friends you can share everything with…naaah! My ex cheated on me with my best friend!

The best thing in life, for me, is to be able to lie down, propped on pillows, specs on, in the dead of the night, with a book in my hands. No coffee for me please, the book’s enough to keep me awake. No pressure of pending work, no one awake around you (except the ‘bahadur’, but then he shows up only towards the end of the month), just the book. I’m a reader, an ardent, vivid (& a whole lot of adjectives thrown in) kind of reader. I read everything, signs on the road when in the car, a magazine when waiting for friends in the parlour, the morning newspaper (carefully avoiding the national politics part) & of course novels. Well, I do even read my text books, so that should prove I read everything!


My favourite part about books is that they don’t mind if you don’t like them or give them bad reviews. A book won’t get jealous if you start reading another in the middle of the first one. You can interpret them as you like & no one can tell you ‘you got me all wrong’. You can re-live the best parts again & again. You can skip the parts you don’t like & save yourself all the pain! I think books are a beautiful way to let you be. Here’s one thing you do for yourself-you dress to impress others, you eat carefully to look good,  you date people who make you feel good about yourself. But with books, it’s just you.

I really wish everyone could try this once. Grab a book & give it a chance. No matter the genre, if it’s a cheesy love story or a philosophical Paulo Coelho, whatever works! The next time you’re lonely, don’t look for a person to be with. Just take a trip down to the library, get a dog eared yellow paged book or visit a store & buy one. Mmmm the smell of the fresh pages of a book…

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