Photo Story – Mumbai Memories

My last post was a riot of negativity. I don’t really believe in deleting posts but perhaps sometime down the line, I may remove it. Today, let’s talk through pictures.

I have amassed quite a few gems that I haven’t shared on social media and I’d like to take you through the maze.


Let us start with a picture of an all-time favorite. Indian mothers’ love-hate relationship with this brand will continue forever and yet the kids will continue to love it! Here’s my attempt to rid myself of the guilt of indulging in this bowl of goodness. I haven’t had Maggi for more than a month now because I’m home and home means wholesome meals!


Continuing the trend of love-hate relationships is this girl – Baman who’s like the Salman Khan of my life. There are phases when I love her, phases when I want to throttle her, and there are moments of pure ignorance. Inspite of all these phases, she’s that rock solid support system – always there. Baman – you be my bro man! Two months will be up soon, so I hope you’re going to want to talk to me soon!


If there were people in my previous organisation that I’d want to spend hours with – it would be the two of you – Meow and Woof! I can’t stop marveling over how you just click with some people and that gets carried on!


This lady up here has energy level that can give serious competition to your childhood’s favorite toy – the Crazy Ball. Yep, she’s here, there, everywhere, and rocking at it. Didn’t think we’d become fast friends but man, here we are!


Mandala colouring is an all-time hobby and I love doing this while watching something. I know this might mean that the series does not get 100 percent of my attention, but I’m okay with that.


Swag kids getting ready to eat breakfast on a holiday. #NuffSaid


Faking a wedding pic because Madam Bestie had lied to her friends about the real reason why she came to Mumbai, instead of going on a trip with the latter. (Bestie just missed me and wanted to shower some love!)


Just casually trying to show offĀ  a tonne of things out here. My mirror image aka the grumpy cat, the feisty nails, and the cute little bag gifted by Boo.


A pretty reminder of nature – notice the symphony between the soil and the sky.

This was taken on my first trip to Haji Ali. It’s a soulful place and one that is immensely calming. I took some tough decisions out here, sitting on the steps and watching the waves go on till infinity.


Haji Ali – In all its Friday splendour and glory.


TBH I also did a double take when it came to this picture. It’s not the finger you imagined!


Any season, any time, and with anyone (read no one) – Mumbai’s Marine Drive is a favorite and has seen me in different phases of life and emotions.


Any takers for fluffy flowers!?


Washroom selfie when you think you’re dressy? Check.


To Harry Potter – for being the constant companion in life and to ever-growing friendships in life. Also, special thanks to Ashu – for initiating me into our cult, and for being my Padfoot, Always.


To good hair days and colleagues-turned-friends.


A pair of earrings that have been on the wish list for a while. In other words, Barielly ke jhumke abhi tak aaye nahi.


The second time at Haji Ali. Before heading out to Noorani cafe for the best Chicken Tikka Biryani there can be.


Of goodbyes to the city of dreams…


To more bends in the road,


To waking up to a morning full of limitless possibilities….

Adios Amigos. šŸ™‚


#ThirtyTrinkets Day 16


Welcome to another cool morning and a freezing classroom that gave my feet frostbite. Well, almost. 

In anticipation of a big day tomo, (bestie visiting me) I used Google extensively to scout out all I can do in this city. She’s a history buff and loves gardens, she’s sure going to be home in this city. In all my excitement, I ignored my time of the month and it’s annoying me now. Yes stomach, you can ache all you want. But you better get done with this tonight. No ruining my D Day. 

I’ve got to marvel at the timing. Just today morning I was scouting for an example as a part of assignment. And I came across Whisper ‘s Touch The Pickle campaign on  social media. 

When a girl gets her first period, it is almost a celebration of her womanhood. I remember it when I got it. There were excited whispers and a few relatives were told, and I was aghast. It’s personal right and as kids,  how much do we really know about it. I’ve got to say, yes. It definitely made me feel impure because of the things that I wasn’t supposed to do. But the most humilating tales will always be the one with stains. 

I had a whole host of questions that went unanswered. My grandma told me I’d learn all about it in school. And yes, eventually I did. Still wondering why just the females have to deal with it. It’s a weird fascinatiom isn’t it?  If you get it, it aches and If you don’t, that’s another pain altogether. 

I’m afraid I’m diverting from my trinkets. Too late eh. Actually the trinket is just an excuse to get talking. 

Picked up this funky pair on Ibrahim street.  There’s this tiny outlet near the side of the mosque that sells a whole lot of trinkets but you gotta choose carefully. 

I’ve got a birthday wish to deliver now,o it’s ‘Arth Vader’ s bday. Adios Amigos! 

#ThirtyTrinkets Day 13

This is going unexpectedly slow.

My trinket of the day is a ring that dates back to life in Saudi. 

I must say I felt tied down while wearing a ring. I was constantly aware of this foreign element and played with it a dozen times in an hour. Slipping it into the left hand and then to the right. Wondering how annoying it would be to have to wear it everyday, especially if I didn’t like the connotation that it could represent. 

But then you get used to them perhaps. I’m so sleepy that I lost concentration in an assignment long ago. A chance convo with a new found Bestie is keeping me up as we talk about weight, self Esteem and dreams and what’s stopping us from our perceived obstacles. It’s been a good day but does not seem like a weekend at all. Mess food was crappy to another level. I’l probably stifle the hunger pangs and wait for a decent breakfast tomo. Meanwhile, sleep well! 

Saman (The Baman) :p

So Saman really wants me to write about my trip to the city of dreams, mostly because I promised her that I would write about her, but she insists that she just wants to know of my (mis) adventures out there!

It all began with a four year intensive course called Chemical Engineering. I needed a solid respite from the intense schedule of those days and Mumbai seemed to beckon.

Since India is considered relatively unsafe for the fairer sex, my Parents thought it best that I accompany a relative who was heading there as well.

But A septuagenarian man who tends to ramble about his trekking escapadesĀ  isn’t my idea of an amicable companion, especially when I’ve memorized them all. But I’ve learned the hard way that a known devil is better than an unknown angel and I got adept at tuning myself out. (There was a day when even big headphones refused to stop his narration. But I was in desperation and could only nod at the stupidity that we displayed.)

The train journey was quite ordinary. The monsoon was delayed and the much awaited green scenery of Khandala and Lonavala were quite bleak and dry. I didn’t get to taste the groundnut chikki or the jelly like sweet that’s famous around there.

I reached Pune around 11, after an hour’s delay of waiting for the signal at the platform. Well I’m not good with faces so I wasn’t sure if I’d recognize her in real from theĀ  Pinkety Pop Lipashtick wala photo on Whatsapp. But there goes-I could almost see the invisible bunny ears pop out of her head when out eyes met.

Saman-The Baman…….Ā  (The Boman Irani ?? Don’t roll it so much to get the o, just the ah ).

Approximately 10 years ago.

I see a scrawny kid get onto the bus. She’s got two ponies and a twinkle in her eyes and I can see that she wants to talk. Hello’s are exchanged and then we relapse into a comfortable silence. Only, silence is probably her worst enemy! So then the entire bus gets to know her and we all mistake her name to be the dry season which many dread. Some even ask her where’s winter! I bet she has some similarities to summer though, she can be so annoying and blah at times!

But I’m supposedĀ  to be a sweetheart here and sing praises, not mention that her dupatta was never in place and the bus games we played could not have been stupider than Bollywood.Ā  We spoke a lot in the afternoon, on the way home and her imagination always added to the drama.

And now as I saw her, I couldn’t but help marvel at the comparison.

Saman-The Baman can astonish. And how!

She had an immaculately made hijab, which she managed to adjust at least a hundred times in the ten minutes that we chatted. She had mellowed down on the lipashtick but then she spoke of using ‘ice cubes in the lift’ to get her face to stop sleeping. I went all out to screech WHaaat?! ( Don’t you think she has the hots for me?Ā  )

Anyway, that’s us.


I cannot compete with ice cubes, no way. That was at least 18 hours in the train!

I’ve got to add now that I just love the way she talks! There’s the slightest tinge of Urdu in her pleasant voice and she makes these ridiculous suggestions that makes you so confused. Laugh or Cry?!Ā  And Since I’m washing dirty linen in public, I must warn the erm.. the wise that she might have slight stalker tendencies. Especially the online kind. Quite harmless though, Mind you.

Clothes, Politics, Guys, and the quest for a utopian nation. This is something we discuss best these days. Besides entertaining each other once in a blue moon. It’s funny we find it easier to not keep in constant touch. Makes it all the more interesting when we do converse to share ideas.

So Saman (My Baman), You’re gonna be in college again! Here’s to More interesting gossip coming my way, thank God!

And Here’s to you! And the packet of snickers (Oh yeah, she definitely likes meĀ  :D)




My friendship may be in danger over controversial aspects of this post but who cares, she’ll come around after seeing how much you’ve enjoyed getting to know her!