Sprinkled Words

What can I say about this city that hasn’t already been said!  Even after living here all my life, this city proves time and again why it has my heart, and it will forever.  With time, this city has become difficult to live in, and I will openly accept that. The traffic is driving us nuts, the Mumbai rains are famous for helping us stop for one whole day, almost forcing us to rest it out.  There are some things that still help us maintain our sanity. Do I need to remind you how beautiful marine drive is that night? And oh, don’t forget that chai we all drink listening to the sound of the waves, because that midnight tea is the best. It’s almost like the silence consumes you, and you feel alive all over again.  Guess what, that’s not all. Today I heard the most incredible story in a very long time. Just makes me realise that hard work and good people can help change your life, irrespective of where you are.  I took a rick back home from Bandra, around 7, so no pr

Scroll through youtube or blogs, you come across more self love and de stressing videos and text, than anything else. It got me thinking, is it really that bad? Or has our generation really become so seduced to the idea of trying to built a perfect future in this rat race that we all forget to give ourselves some time.  We all have those friends who say, ‘Dude you never meet ya, you are always busy.. etc’  Well yes, we do have jobs, we do have work that makes us tired and sometimes we are selfish and say I want this one sunday to myself. Is that too bad? Or is age just hitting me real hard?  I love it when we all can just make time and sit down with those friends you have’t met in ages and just chat like nothing has changed! Sometimes though unfortunately it doesn’t happen right?  So it’s ok. Don’t keep holding that against them, for all you know you’re pushing them away further right? Give them some time to figure it out and get back. Before they get back i

Our generation today only wants the best for themselves. No body wants to settle for anything else, and they shouldn’t, honestly.  At what cost though? Learning to be manipulative, create a toxic environment around and up the game so the other will lose? subtly find ways to cheat the other so you get what you want?  Really? Is that the healthiest way to go about it? Just think about it for a while.  If someone is nice, you think they are too nice. Oh! He’s being so nice, I wonder what he wants. I feel so sad to say it out loud, but I have heard this multiple times, ‘Oh she’s so humble, that’s why people walk all over her, no wonder she can’t ever get that high position in life’  When did humility and kindness being such a curse? Since when did being nice to someone become something one looks down upon? Do you know if you have a personal opinion that sometimes doesn’t match the majority, you don not say it out loud in order to be the one singled out? In a w

Mind you, I missed out the word 'middle class’ in the title.  It has taken me a few years, a lot of weddings I shoot, and a very good dinner date with this amazing lady who I won’t name, to realise that we as South Indian kids have got the whole concept of love wrong.  Well, not wrong entirely, but let’s just say that the kind of normal punjabi house hold love, was only Karan Johar movies for us. I didn’t realise that was normal for them, until one day a punjabi friend told me I do not know how to love someone.  I found that very odd and strange to believe, because I for a fact was sure that I love a lot of my friends, I love my family, I love coffee too (ok it’s not a human being, but it could be!!) . So what did she really mean by it? OK yes it took me very long to hug someone and not be awkward, I have never kissed my friends on their cheeks, like all those typical Instagram photos of girlfriends. I never hugged my mom every morning for 20 years of my life.

I apologise for the silence from my end. I know it's been a while. But it's given me some times to think, and now I wonder. Does everybody judge everyone else's choices around them? I have been asked this question a billion times so far, 'Are you not going to shift to America like your brother and find a well paying job?'   NO      What is wrong with what I do now? So last evening I bumped into an old aunty who used to live in the adjoining building to us. She had only two question to ask me beyond the courteous how are you, 'What do you do apart from photography for work' I very hesitantly responded, 'That is what I do for a living, and I love my job', to which she checked me out head to toe like oh dear god, give this poor child some sense. Her second question to me was 'Your brother is of marriageable age, so when will he get married?' To which I smiled and replied, 'Why does everyone get married?' She instantly cross