Grand plans

Weekends come with a happy punctuality, and inevitably make me draw up ambitious plans to get out and about; to see a bit more of the city I am living in; and to come up with some wonderful ideas for a nice, long blog post. This one was no different, as I made plans to…

Happy Lunar New Year!

It is lunar new year, which for me means another opportunity to restart all those resolutions made less than a month ago and try to keep them up, again. One of those resolutions for me was to go out and sketch a bit more regularly, and meet some new people in the process. And what better…

Rivers

Rivers change course, break banks, dry up, only to flow again; starting far up in the mountains, travelling far and wide to reach the sea. And growing up on the banks of one, I have learned to cherish them. Also, it was AA Milne’s birthday last week. 18 January to be precise. So here is…

Unwell.

8 June 2016. Like most of my posts, this too begins with a commute. A little boy, with his head covered in gauze and an IV catheter in his arm, sits in front of me. It is a seat meant for two, but like many things Indian, a ‘little adjustment’ ensures that three people are squeezed onto the…

Sunday mornings

A notebook to pen some thoughts in, millet-based cookies for a relatively guilt-free snack, a book for the inevitable interludes, and a lot of paint. That’s the stuff the best Sunday mornings are made of. (Oil on paper)

In the middle of an adventure, some thoughts.

Life is an adventure in the long run, however boring or routine it may seem at the moment. And all those little pauses in the course of one offer plenty of opportunities to think, reflect and just wonder where it is all headed (Oh me and my existential crises!). This is one such moment: The text here…

Hot summer days

Cold water becomes precious on hot summer days, especially for those whose job is to be on the road, driving the bus and issuing tickets. But regular commuters like this woman help out, getting ice-cold water to share with the driver and conductor, on the way back from work. As seen in bus route 29E, 28 April 2016.…

A chance encounter

Taking the bus, you see images flashing past – faces, buildings, trees. And sometimes, when you look down, deep in thought, you might just realize that the old wrinkled woman sitting in front of you who, until then, was just another face in the crowd, is actually a construction worker, returning home, carrying a hoe held between tanned, roughened fingers, after a long…

Mums

  Mums are awesome. When they take the bus, they not only manage to carry their handbags, but they also carry you and everything else that you might ever need — some balloons for you to play with, towels to cool off in the summer heat, food in case you get hungry and so on and so forth.…

Car-free Sundays

Wake up before the sun rises. Check. Watch the sky turn pink while sipping some awesome coffee. Check. Take a long bus ride and see the city wake up. Check. Loiter around on the street and create some art. Check. I love it when a plan comes together! Car-free Sundays are held at Elliot’s Beach Road, Chennai, from…

Resolutions, anyone?

But you know what they say. Resolutions are meant to be broken and no, I haven’t kept any one. In any case, I shall be optimistic and keep my fingers crossed that I keep this one. Oh, and Happy New Year! (Created in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt: Resolved)

Rainy days singing Hello!

Well, Adele has been smashing world records with her wonderful ‘Hello‘. Meanwhile, some of us mere mortals have been cooped up at home thanks to some unprecedented rain this year, trying to find inspiration in the gloomy weather, and making time to do something else. So, here it is – the story of my weekend. *Plays ‘Hello’ on repeat,…

Out of reach

As the soft sounds remind of you of a city waking up from its stupor, a yellow sun disperses what remains of the early morning chill. Despite the early morning rush, stray sun rays find their way in the bus, lighting up everything in their path, bouncing off the bright blue clothes of the little ones, yellow light turning into blue. At times…

(Satire) How to be a good driver in India

For me, commute equals buses. And between buses, there is also a lot of walking (and running and jumping and a whole other host of athletic stunts) involved. In some rare moments between hopping buses, dodging traffic, trying not to step on people’s toes and surviving to live another day, I find time to think how utterly inconsiderate some people…

Between books

And that about sums up my weekend.   This post was inspired by Italo Calvino’s ‘If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler’, that incidentally I finished reading over the weekend. Cheers!