MIRROR OF MIND

The other day I received a picture of an audio cassette and a pencil, with a message ‘Future generations will never know the unique relationship between an audio cassette and a pencil.’ How true! The sentence reminded me of my huge collection of audio cassettes, and took me down the memory lane, to my home (where I spent my childhood), where a cupboardful of cassettes are ‘resting peacefully’. Cassettes and I go back a long way! When I was a toddler, my mom used to play nursery rhymes for me in a cassette player, which was considered to be a luxury during those days. As I grew older, my bond with these reels became stronger. My brother’s collection mostly comprised of English albums and Ghazals, which he used to boast of. George Michael, Michael Jackson, Bryan Adams, Pretty Woman, Enigma, Pankaj Udhas, Jagjit-Chitra, Ghulam Ali and the list is endless. Out of these, many albums were re-recorded – borrowing the cassette from a friend, and recording the songs on a blank audio ca

Although I have received and rejected countless invitations to play Candy Crush Saga on Facebook, this one is irresistible! And, I promise you it's slightly different too. The one which I have a crush on, lately! I went to the Gulaab no Golo the other day. In Ahmedabad, it is a crazy sight to watch how people flock to these candy crushers and popsicle sellers to beat the heat. As soon as we reached, we encountered a common problem, that of parking. While we were straining our necks to find a suitable place, a security guard whistled and signed to move ahead to a vacant space. We did. Gulab no golo ,  a small lari serves ice dish of or golas of flavours you might have heard, but never had a chance to relish. As soon as we disembarked the car we saw 20 odd people standing in the queue alone... the crowd standing around the lari and already having their share of gola was of atleast of 75 to 80 people. I lost patience seeing the crowd. My little one was scandalised with all t

Like a smoker can never quit smoking, a writer too, can never stay without writing. It's addictive! And so, here I am,after over three years, penning my thoughts... err keying-in my thoughts here. Had it been my diary, I would have fought the cobwebs to reach out to it kept in some dark corner of a book shelf. The dusty diary would have made me sneeze several times before I could actually open it and begin writing on those termite-eaten pages. But, nothing of that sort happened. Thanks to the advent of technology, my blog looked spic n span, just the way I had left it... three years ago! Life has undergone umpteen changes in these three years. It has been quite a transition from being a dedicated + dominating wife, to a dotting mamma, and am loving it! I have so much more to write about, to share, to express... with you. YOU. Who have been my constant support and inspiration for writing. YOU, who always encouraged me to resume my blog writing. YOU,who spoke those kind words t