We never change..


After forgetting both my WordPress username and password (thank the stars for email based password retrieval!)..

This is all I have to say…

I wanna live life, never be cruel,
I wanna live life, be good to you.
I wanna fly, never come down,
And live my life,
And have friends around.

We never change, do we?


Things learnt today –


  • The smell of baking is what makes a house a home
  • It is definitely possible to OD on oatmeal and raisin cookies
  • Plain, white, polished rice is SO boring!
  • Plain ol’ sliced bread is SO boring!
  • A pod of garlic can transform even boring moong dal into something that fell out of the heavens and straight on to your taste-buds
  • Just because it is summer, I dont need to buy multiple heads of broccoli and multiple boxes of strawberries like I’m going to hoard them up
  • A flower vase can have – orange, yellow, purple and pink – as colour combinations and still look like it wont gobble up your cones.

I can be (just as I already knew) perfectly happy when I am perfectly alone.

Of photos and moons


Whoever thought a low-slow rising moon behind the skeletal black branches would bring back so many memories…

I think it is necessary to feel light.. when one traipses through life. There is too much weight in the air these days. Lest one breathes in the g-heavy particles.

I finished organising my photos today and realised I have 500 of them of various denominations and articles that I dont even remember shooting.

Clearing backlogs is such a cathartic process, n’est pas?


  • shaky
  • You know its not going to be a good day, when you get up and feel like your head has been infused with lead. I wish I could unscrew my head and leave it at home. Sometimes, my shoulders feel oh-so-heavy.
  • The more I try to see into the future, the more it gives me a headache.
  • All that kept me going for the past few days, was a borrowed canon g9 and a decent amount of sunlight to help me make my Vit.D
  • SfN, Chicago seems so far away, it doesnt even feel like Im working towards it.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed…

The more of a quandary I fall into everytime, I am more than amazed to find, there is always a happy surprise waiting for me at the corner.

song coming back to me like a bolt out of the blue, bringing a ton of very pleasant memories along with it

A surprise visit by a friend for dinner

A warm hug

A spontaneous invite for a coffee by a friend passing by in the corridor

A sudden glimpse of the snow-laden french alps across the lake – through a dense veil of grey clouds

A small but vibrantly red-brown leaf falling right on my head, as I trudge upslope to ride the bleak metro

and last… but definetly not the least – a single reflex camera – complete with a full roll of b/w film – entirely mine to use.

Almost makes me feel like there is a meta-puppeteer somewhere…


is inevitable.

I know that. Its been drilled into my head – by my parents, by friends and by my own alter-ego.

I think I have been/made myself quite immune to its happening. I seldom notice when the change is taking place, but when it is brought to my notice, I react with the usual symptoms – disbelief, anger, denial… and very very rarely acceptance.

Do I actually adapt to changes in my life?

Or do I just push them behind into the dark recesses of our minds and refuse to think about it until it is pushed right up-front of our faces by the ever-present present? Confession – I do this more often than not.

Evolution kills all the fun.

Just when I need a pair of silk-spinning glands to weave a cocoon around myself and retreat from the outside world, it goes ahead and makes me a human.

A female, at that too.