Saturday, 13 September 2014 2 comments

Chapter 2: Such A Long Journey

(Note: This post has been writing as a part of Blogadda's #CelebrateBlogging. My team is 'Tandem Tensome' and this post is the second chapter in the novel we are writing. You can read the first chapter here)


“The number you are trying to call is currently busy, please try again later.” was what Shekhar could hear on the other end of his call. He sighed and assured himself that indeed she must be busy at work.  “I’ve boarded the train back home, and will reach by tomorrow. Call me ASAP.” he typed in a jiffy and sent the message to Tara, his wife, and slouched in his seat.

He couldn’t help but think of Tara and how strained their relationship has become, not that it had been a healthy one erstwhile, but now it took a lot of effort even to communicate! They went days and sometimes even weeks without seeing each other although they lived together under the same roof; she'd be up and out even before the sun’s first rays hit the earth and home at a time which Shekhar could never track.

This resentment of Tara’s, Shekhar supposed, stemmed from his resignation. Two years back, he decided to leave his job as the editor of an English Daily to look after his daughter, Roohi. There had been complaints from her class teacher of her being too aloof and hitting other children. That paired with their disheveled domestic state forced him to take that step. Although he welcomed the change in his lifestyle, his better half slowly began drifting away even further from him. No matter how hard he’d try, she always found a reason to grow apart; from him and from Roohi.

The word “Chai-Chai” spoken in rhythmic intervals by the Chaiwaala got him off his train of thoughts, brought him back to the train he was travelling to Mumbai in. “Ek chai” he said. As soon as the Chaiwaala handed him over his plastic cup filled 3/4th with a liquid which he considered gold, he couldn’t help but wonder that being a stay-at-home-dad has certainly taught him to enjoy small things in life which people take for granted. He smiled to himself and began with his tea. One sip at a time.

Time seemed to fly and his train reached Mumbai. In past, whenever his train entered CST, a strange sensation passed through him. Today was no exception, but today he felt reluctant too. He didn’t want to retrace his steps back to a house which he and Tara were supposed to build together. “Bandra?”  he asked the taxi driver and occupied the taxi after getting a nod of approval.

“Has the photographer reported?” Tara questioned sharply in the meeting, she continued speaking “We have a very tight deadline and I hope you have that information”. All the while her eyes were on her phone; constantly checking mails, missed calls, taking mental notes of whom to call back. Shekhar’s missed calls and message didn’t escape her eye, yet she overlooked it.

It was easy for her to turn a blind eye to her ‘family’ now and even Shekhar had grown accustomed to it. He knew that Tara never wanted to be a part of this wedlock; hence, he never tried to grow closer to her romantically. But what had come as a shock to him was how she could neglect her own daughter with such an ease! The whole fault, Shekhar always thought, was his; if he hadn’t given impetus to his one-sided love for Tara, these circumstances would’ve never arose.

They had met in college once, all credit for that goes to their annual college festival. She was in the core committee and he had to do an article on the festival for the college magazine, for that he needed to interview her. He fell immediately for her. Who wouldn’t? With her tall stature, a stylish bob and polished sense of dressing she won hearts wherever she went. She hadn’t changed in her looks after all these years, not in the least bit.

Destiny made them cross their paths again, or so as Shekhar liked to think at that time, they met again a few years later when he unknowing moved to Tara’s next door and befriended her father, who thought Shekhar would make a great life-partner for Tara. At first Tara simply declined citing career as the reason but later on her family’s constant pressure forced her to give in. And so the knot was tied.

(Me and my team are participating in 'Game of Blogs' at #CelebrateBlogging with us.)

P.S. You can head here to read the third chapter of this story.
Thursday, 11 September 2014 0 comments

Pain it is

People these days say being in one-sided "love" is a painful affair and media too haven't left any stone unturned to propagate this ideology through itself. This pain, I say, is nothing compared to the experience of losing someone forever (I am not referring to "love" but death); the fact that nothing remains of that person, just abstract memories, is too paralysing when encountered in actuality. One may cross paths with a person they care about, but aren't in touch with, but what in a situation where there isn't even this may or might left as the last resort? This knowledge is shattering and with it one realizes that 'it is not just a person that dies, but also something within you which dies with that person'. 
Saturday, 30 August 2014 0 comments

Made my home with Make my home

Lately I have been itching to re-do my bedroom; currently it is painted in the standard Blue (well, it is more like Jodhpur blue) but I am pinning for walls in very pristine white colour paired with the choicest of blues to give a very Santorini-esq vibe to my personal sanctuary. But here is the catch, a room straight out a catalogue doesn't make a cut for me. A person with varied interests and a deep connect with my Indian roots, coming home to a place whose look is more like a Mediterranean city straight out of a picture is very impersonal, for me atleast. And no matter how global my outlook is, I need some Indian-ness around to comfort me (maybe this sounds crazy to you?). We Indians have embraced Mediterranean cuisine with open arms and made it our own, so this task of the perfect bedroom should be easy, I guess. But how to describe it, the theme? Hmm..interesting question. How about "Mediterranean with an Indian flair"? Sound good!

Anyways, my hunt for the perfect "room-accessories" took me to this website called "Make my Home" (hmm, interesting!) and there I got my perfect pieces. Well, what are they you ask? Here we go...

  1. This pretty peacock wall clock- Keeping in mind the colour scheme of the room and my attraction towards peacock feathers, this is the most perfect wall clock in the world! I would tuck some actual peacock feathers behind the clock to make it more personalized. Just imagine, walls washed in pristine white with this wall clock donning some actual feathers; breaks the monotony and as Indian as it can get (peacock is the national bird of India, y'all know).
  2. The Buddha Oil Burner. After a tiring day at college all I need is some serenity, and that's one thing I expect from my room. Whenever I look at Buddha, I feel at peace. Hence, my second choice is this oil burner. Just back home, the burner on, some soothing music playing...bliss. (P.S. Buddha attained Nirvana in India).
  3. This list closes with these Globe Bookends. Who says just ethnic prints are Indian? Modern India has a global outlook, and these bookends reflect just that. I am a person who loves books, they are there everywhere in my bedroom (read, scattered), I need something that is very "me" to take care of my books and these bookends does just that. Bonus point for them being very sleek yet sturdy.

This post is written for the Makemyhome activity at
Monday, 4 August 2014 0 comments

My Humans of New York moment

Saturday are fun days, at least in my opinion. This past Saturday was refreshing in its own right. Usually on Saturdays I attend a gig, do people viewing or indulge in some good food at some offbeat joints. But this past Saturday, I gave an interview and you can say took one too.

 If you remember, I am a socially conscious person and have always wanted to help the society in some way, hence, I joined the NSS unit of my college a couple of weeks back. They had forwarded my application for the Blue Ribbon Leadership Programme, and it for this interview I owe my refreshing Saturday to. Here, by refreshing, I am referring to my refreshed outlook and a very new experience, which I don't think I would ever have had.

Basically, there was this activity involved where each interviewee had to accomplish a particular task assigned. The task that had been assigned to me was: Listen to a person wholeheartedly, make that person feel heard. This task seems pretty easy to-do when read, but mind you, who the hell would love you to tell their life story in the middle of the road where you'd stop them abruptly for your own selfish motive!

With a pretty skeptical mind, I went out, only to look at other interviewees stopping every other person on the road to do their act of kindness task. Honestly, I felt it wouldn't be right to just stop someone and indulge in chit-chat because maybe that person is en route to somewhere, getting late? So I came back in the complex thinking maybe I can strike a conversation with the watchmen, but they turned out to be pretty reluctant and cynical. In the corner of the same shed was standing a lanky young man, whose face reflected pain way beyond his years (I didn't expect him to be in his early 20s!). I told him about the task and initiated the talk with him. Although a bit reluctant, he finally opened up, about his life, his aspirations, his fears and his motto
I had my Humans Of New York moment there. But frankly speaking, it was a kind of revelation; I never expected this response from a person to whom I am a complete stranger to! Also, I have always maintained this thing that there is an extraordinary hidden inside every ordinary, and that held itself up this time again. A humbling experience it was which made me thankful for everything I have.

P.S. I know I am updating after a really long time, all credit goes to procrastinating tendencies of mine. This is an ad-hoc post, which I haven't even edited properly just written whatever came in my mind at that point, an improved version might come up in a few days.
Wednesday, 16 July 2014 0 comments

10 Things I wish someone had told me when I started studying for IPCC

So I attempted my IPCC both groups examination in May. Honestly, my exams sucked. Yes, big time. Most probably because I wasn't organized enough, right from the start and wasted a lot of time, thanks to my wrong course selection, and partially, my internship. I think I will have to attempt IPCC again in November (and there goes my 18th Birthday) and if I count, I have around three and a half months to prepare. I made a lot of mistakes in my first time, which I realized during my May exams, I have compiled a list of the same to guide myself better this time and also to give an insight to first timers of the blunders I committed so that they don't end up doing the same.
  1. For practical subjects, don't waste time with hefty theory books, instead refer a book which gives an insight about the theory in short and spend all time possible doing practical questions. Later on, if required go through the theory from Practice Manual.
  2. For taxation, make sure you maintain notes from the beginning itself, because revising direct tax for exam would be an impossible task without it. Doing direct tax is much easier with succinct notes.
  3. Best way to do Auditing is through Practice Manual but make sure you have a basic idea about the process of auditing before it. Also, SA are important, make sure you have read SAs at least once and have prepared good notes for last minute revision.
  4. In formulae based subjects like Financial Management and Costing, make a list of formulae and keep revising them as frequently as possible (alternate days should do).
  5. Maintain notebooks! Yes, you aren't in school anymore but this is a savior, unless you want to waste time looking for your notes in different books and have piles of papers cluttering your study space.
  6. Don't underestimate mock tests, you'd have no idea about your preparation level until you take it.
  7. Keep an eye on amendments in Law, taxation and Accounting. Many questions are asked from the amended portion, don't give the examiner a chance to cut your marks.
  8. Our Institute is kind enough to provide us with webcasts of leading faculty to guide us with our preparations, please see them.  
  9. If you have a doubt or are stuck somewhere, ask for help ASAP. Later on you wouldn't remember it and while revising for exams you'd be stuck and will waste a lot of time. 
  10. Form a study group if possible, it helps you stay motivated.