Category Archives: Bangalore

Elder Scrolls Skyrim the dark soul

Had I known sooner just how much I would come to miss my room, my pillow, that rusty hand painted photo frame, my clunky old computer, never dissolving pile of laundry on my bed, arrested sunlight behind the spectral curtain, unsung ricocheting between four walls?

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Bangalore Diaries

There is no other place like home I tell you. Murali and I lived like blissful new lovers for two weeks, without worrying about work, cooking or cleaning! I took long showers, wore short dresses, ate Jalebis to my hearts’ content and partied every other day.

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Growing Up

When I was in college, I didn’t own a mobile phone & using the land-line for more than 15 minutes/ friend was a big no-no. My parents never panicked that they won’t be able to reach me or vice-versa when I was in trouble. And no, that didn’t make them bad parents either. They knew I’d manage and I am glad that they weren’t a part of my teenage vexation. I doubt texting my conservative father to let him know that my then boyfriend and I ran out of fuel in the middle of nowhere would have helped much.

There was no tablet or laptop. My dad brought me a crudely assembled PC but there was no internet connection at home.

The emergency cash in my wallet was never more than RS.10 and there was no pocket money until I started undergrad. Thanks to dating, pocket money was never enough & being broke was a way of life.

I shopped if there was an upcoming festival or my birthday. Otherwise, I had to do well in my tests to be rewarded a chance to shop whatever I wanted. (A shopping opportunity that remained pristinely unused).

I played badminton every day for 3-4 hours and never once complained of being sore or tired.

I had more meaningful conversations with my friends than I do now. There is something awing about sipping a hot cup of filter coffee with a friend without being distracted by work calls/ emails/ alcohol. 

This post isn’t an attempt to describe what I didn’t have, it’s the exact opposite. These limitations didn’t mar how much fun I had as a teenager. As a matter of fact, it’s the lack of it that made growing up exciting. Sure enough, I wanted more than RS.10 in my wallet & cribbed about it once in a while, but everything else was immaculate.

It’s just one of those days I wish I could go back and relive being 18. Or have a week with all the people I love in an internet-free or cell phone free world.

Sharing pictures of the first child that I ever photographed – She didn’t know what the hell I was up to, but she played along like a little actor warding off paparazzi. – Anika everybody!

Man & Wife

1 year ago
She and her girlfriend were out shopping for her wedding in Commercial Street as they did on most weekdays. It was dark & late in the evening but they weren’t going to forego shopping simply because they were fatigued from working.
She had a few days left for her wedding and didn’t have a Malgalasutra yet. She reminded her girlfriend that she needed one and they headed to a dingy shop on the shady side of the street. They surprised the salesgirl when they wanted to buy Mangalasutra hastily. The salesgirl went inside to bring back diverse designs available but, they weren’t interested in the design, they just wanted to pick something up that the world associated ‘Marriage’ with more closely than love. She was stunned when the salesgirl said that it was RS. 1000 for a thin string with black beads. She started bargaining and almost got kicked out of the store. A grave sin to put a price on the holy thread. Her girlfriend laughed at her candidness and dragged her out of the store outright. They had virtually no discernment of social cause and effect. They were both going to hell.
1 day before the wedding, 1 year ago
She didn’t have the Mangalasutra one day before their wedding either. She finally managed to buy a RS. 200 holy twine in a small place close to where she lived, when she looked at it for the first time, the fact that she was going to be married the next day hadn’t sunk in yet & she thought to herself – ‘Yea, this ought to serve the purpose’. Because that’s all it meant to her.
Present day, 1 year ago
It was her wedding day. She neither wore a Silk Saree nor had thorough make up on. She wore a new white Salwar Suit, took her parent’s blessings and then from someone up there too, dubiously stared at the holy twine for a moment and made up her mind to try it on. Too daunted to look in the mirror after embracing it, she rushed out of the room while everyone wished her luck. Her sister kept giggling endlessly sipping a cup of hot tea getting ready to head to work. She stole a sip of tea from her sister as she did every day.
Everything seemed normal, yet a mundane wonder of unimagined kinds.
He was waiting for her outside in a blue shirt and beige trousers. As they walked swiftly holding hands towards the end of the road, he looked at her and said that she was looking beautiful. She breathed a sigh of respite that she didn’t appear overly intimidating to him especially with the holy twine around her neck.
They hired a rikshaw & headed to the Registrar Office to be married.
His brother decided to be a part of the wedding ceremony to keep them sane. It was her, him and his brother. That’s it.
They looked at each other in disbelief as they signed the marriage certificate. A few minutes later, they were married. She had always dreamt of a simple wedding. And she got one. It was one of the best days of her life.
Present day
She was getting ready to go to work and looked at the holy twine sitting in a groovy red box on the dressing table. It reminded her of the day she got married. It was a happy wedding followed by a happy year for all that has ever mattered to her.