Gone are the days when accomplishments were kept under wraps, away from public gaze. The common refrain used to be ‘nazar lag jaye gi. Hence, sharing of good news was discouraged. Not true any longer. Continue reading “An exhaustive exercise in vanity”
As memories linger, nostalgia remains
For my generation that grew up in the 60s and 70s, childhood was sans much of the frills and amenities of today; nevertheless, it was joyful and fun-filled. It is another matter that fun for us had a different connotation altogether. A candy, a chocolate, an orange bar or a bottle of coke was a big indulgence. An occasional film outing was enough to send us to cloud nine. No video games, no expensive toys; we were happy playing simple games with the children in the neighbourhood. With the internet, computers and mobiles the things of the future, we had real interactions as opposed to virtual. Our one-stop destination, the only holiday resort that we knew was maternal grand parents’ house that we looked forward to visiting every summer vacation.
Bidaai without tears
Family reunion on hold
It has been more than two years since we met our children staying abroad. The last time we, as a family, spent time together was in Sydney in September 2019, just a few months before Covid struck bringing the entire world to its knees.
No man’s life is a fairy tale
As a child, I might have dreamt of the life of princess, fantasised about a royal life as a teenager but long ago stopped being enamored by the lives of kings and queens. Whatever little envy I had been left with, disappeared after watching ‘The Crown’, a Netflix series on British royalty that blurs the real life of the royals with the reel life.
