Doesn’t it annoy you when people make fun of your favorite TV shows?!
The Big Bang Theory, which airs on CBS, is one of my favorite sitcoms. Which of course means that I gush about it to my friends (Yes, I have friends). And they, relentlessly and persistently, ask me how on Earth do I find the show funny! Continue reading “It all started with the Big Bang….Theory”
Dancing is such a strange concept. It means different things to different cultures. And today, I experienced, for the first time in my life, English country dancing. And it was incredible! never done it? Its something to do at least once in life! Continue reading “My first ever country dance (No, those are not extinct)”
1. The Ratangarh Haveli
I looked out, the hot wind blowing through the open window grazing my face. The train was slowing down, its rattle getting softer. I sighed. From next to me, my husband took my hand and squeezed it affectionately.
“We’re nearly there. We should get our things.” He said.
I nodded and he dragged our shared suitcase from under the train berth. The label on the case caught my eye, as he rested it on its wheels. Mr. and Mrs. Aditya Ranganathan, the faded label read. It still brought a smile to my face. Adi, my husband, had insisted on sharing everything when we’d gotten married. We are sharing our lives, he’d said, so whatever we have in our lives, we’ll share it too.
And so we did. We shared our dreams, our thoughts, our room, our suitcase, even the label and….our daughter. Our only daughter, Radhika. She preferred Rika though and so we all called her so. I sighed as her face appeared in my mind’s eye. She was the reason for my…our disquiet. Continue reading “The Tireless Trip. What a mother feels…”
The clashing of metals, the unearthly thrum and the constant hammering and pounding were driving the Harveys up the wall. In the beginning, they’d been thrilled about having a world famous scientist living next door. But the incessant clamor, which refused to be silenced even by soundproof walls, made them wish for a more normal and quiet neighbor who wouldn’t be up at odd hours tinkering with machines in search of some elusive invention which would yet again change the course of history.
The thoughts of Sam Cander ran along very different lines, compared to his weary next door dwellers, as he contemplated the final touches of his greatest creation ever. He had developed it after years of research in the virtual books, countless journeys into the past and limitless time spent in formulating the proper sequence for it. He didn’t do it for the money (he had enough of it) nor for fame (he hated those virtual messages the paparazzi kept sending, disguised as nutrient capsules which sparked when he opened one and began filming and transmitting until he shot it down with a ray gun!). No, he had designed it principally out of his wish to finally fulfill his dream, a secret he had closely guarded from the world. Continue reading “Mr. Future’s Secret Past”
Embarrassment. Humiliation. Shame. That was the story of my life. A short, plump, slightly overweight girl in hideous clothes. My entire life has been a series of disgraceful incidents which left me deeply sympathetic of the feelings of others around me. I attended the educational institution that modern people call a school where I was part of the walls unnoticed and ignored till I posed a target to the popular crew who derived immense pleasure from scorning and mocking me, treating me with contempt and derision. I was always the strange kid whom nearly everyone saw as peculiar. Clearly never accepted, I remained a misfit, an outsider.
The most magical and extraordinary day in a girl’s life is her sixteenth birthday, the day my life turned upside down. It was magical in a way I had never imagined. Continue reading “Let the Light Shine On”
This is something my closest friend wrote for her grand dad. This is for her, her love for her grand dad.
Ode to my grandad, by Baneesha Bedi
Never have I felt a loss like yours,
That defies the very Earth’s laws.
One minute, you were caring for me,
But then life passes you by,
And in the blink of an eye,
I was here, caring for you. Continue reading “‘Ode to my Grand dad’ by my best friend”
From the threshold, looking at the brilliant blue sky,
Seeing the little puffs of white clouds go scudding by,
I feel no tranquility, thrill through me, lost as I am,
In the past. Lost in the memory of a year ago, today,
When a simple knock threw me into complete disarray. Continue reading “At the threshold, what might have been”