Gentle Whispers

It's been a while since I've written here. Over a year if you want to nitpick. And while I often contemplated several posts, somehow I lacked the drive to do it until today. I wondered if anyone was still reading me, until I woke up to the realization that primarily I write for myself and as long as I continue that, I'll be fine. 2011 was an intriguing year. One of 'mostly' ups and very few downs. I did plenty during that year - I laughed, I danced, I sang, I travelled. More importantly, I rediscovered myself. After my old job that sucked all the old soul out of me and made me cranky and crabby (yes, I can hear some of you say 'what's new'). But 2011 in some ways restored me. It made me whole again. Made me realise what's important to me and what's not. My new job, you ask? So far so good. I'm tremendously enjoying it. It has its hard moments, but more often than not I love it and I go in to work happily every day. It's already given me s...

It wouldn't be a New Year, if my post looking back didn't come too late about two weeks too late. 2010. What do I say about it? It was a strange sort of year. One that just whizzed by and I rather floated through it. It had it's good moments and bad though. I travelled. Especially one extremely memorable trip to Sattal in Himachal Pradesh. I now have a great SLR camera and three lenses to go with it. I have a Blackberry and a PS3 and lots of new books. A lot of friendships fell into place this year and I realised whom the people I can really call friends are. 2010 was a fun year and I hope 2011 betters it. How was your year?

This is just to say that my thirty day project begins from tomorrow. Right now I'm sitting at Marine Drive with all the best things life has to offer namely good friends, good music and good conversation.

It's been a while since I've blogged and while I have wanted to, I've been simply too lazy to actually do something about it. Of course, I've probably lost the two readers I had, but Cest la vie. It's been a strange eight months since I last blogged. A lot has happened and while I'd love to rant and whine to you, most of it has been good. I'm still working. I even got a raise, though it was so minuscule that even calling it a raise is a joke. My brother bought me a digital SLR, this one I want to marry it and have babies. Accordingly I've named him Flint and he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I went on two holidays. One to Dubai and the other to Sattal in Uttarakhand. Two holidays as different as anything I could ever have hoped for. I gave my MA exams in English Literature and actually passed Part 1. Now I only have Part 2 to worry about. I now have, not just one, but two new blogs, one is a photography blog, Swirls of Sapphire and ...

While I've already done the Happiness is tag once before, I've had food on my mind an awful lot lately. I'm comfort-eating myself all the way to obesity, but I just can't bring myself to care somehow. Anyhoo, Happiness is.. A steaming cup of tea and Parle G biscuits Brun maska and chai Cheese maggi (Double points if it's eaten in a ramshackle hut in the middle of nowhere in Ladakh) Fresh off the tawa alu ka parathas dripping with butter Mutton and cheese burger from Bembos Fiery Mangalorean sorpotel and sannas Tibetan momos from Dharamsala Mashed potatoes with salt, pepper and butter Candies classic roasted chicken Biryani made with fragrant rice and melt-in-the-mouth mutton Cheesy bhajji with warm buttery pav Paya soup from Bara Handi nalli marke Blueberry cheesecake A jar of Nutella and a big spoon Hot McDonalds' french fries sprinkled liberally with salt Rajma-chawal and fried fish Reese peanut butter cups Mangalorean chicken curry and panpoles/Neer dosas Ch...

frustration. And that has been a well-documented fact. All I've ever expected from the people I know is honesty and loyalty. The guts to say something straight out. If I ask something of them and they're unable to do it, then to let me know. I'd rather be told the bitter truth to my face, then have to deal with lies and feeble excuses. And when it does happen, I often don't know how to react, I wonder why it happens and whether what I'm asking for is just too much. But now , being the me that I've become, I just do the simpler thing, I simply refuse to respond, I cut off all relations, until I feel ready to respond again. I put people and their issues on the back burner and I don't have anything to do with them until I feel that I care enough. Which is not to say that I'm rude or insensitive. I'm civil enough. I just think it's wrong for anybody to expect things of me, when they aren't ready to meet mine. Perhaps, as I've recently realis...

It's hard to pick up blogging again when you haven't really been in the blogging zone in a very long time. I haven't been quite myself lately. I don't know who I am anymore or what I'm about. When events unfold, I'm unsure of what my reaction is, of what I should be doing. I torture myself wondering whether what I'm doing is the wrong thing or right. I've changed in other ways too. I've become far more cynical and bitter. The hope and joie de vivere that once characterised me is slowly dying. I'm finding it harder and harder to talk to peopland make new friends. I'm not as easy-going and laid back as I once used to be. I'm much more harder and unforgiving than I used to be. I don't let go of issues easily. I hold grudges and that's something I NEVER used to do. I'm quite prepared to walk away from friends who've hurt me once and I'm equally prepared never to speak to them again and not make the first move. Tellingly,...