Bangalore is heart and Mumbai is mind, but the simplest mention of Pune, brings a smile to my face because of the special place it holds in my heart.
As with a lot of things, I’ve noticed that my tryst with love usually begins with an abject hatred of something. First impression of Pune was that I had to run away from it and not come even inches close to it. This happened during the time when I was interviewing at Simc. I was disappointed that it was so much like an older Bangalore. I assured two of my friends that I would definitely not take it up because Pune wasn’t Mumbai and I then believed that I had needed the vibe of Mumbai.
I couldn’t have been more wrong bout Pune. Having lived in Lavale for two blissful years, I think this city will always be home of a different kind. The kind of home that gave me hope in finding good in different people and an acceptance of myself, thanks to my people.
As I undertake this bus journey home, from Mumbai. I am fleetingly passing through the lanes of Pune city and I’m nostalgic like hell. What stands out is our countless trips to FC road on broke days, with friends and not so good friends, celebrity spotting while on a ‘research’ project to study religious tourism and it’s effects, (I’m amazed a senior sent us knowing fully well that we couldn’t have access to Osho, no regrets though cause that was a beautiful day!), a full day Pune Darshan at the end of two years (now I can brag about places in Pune to everyone), of freshers nights that turned to the beginning of common crushes and friendships, of dosa and coffee trips with the extended best girl gang that one could possibly have.. And of countless as bus rides, to the ‘city’ and back to the hostel, just because. ‘Let’s go through city’ was music to the ears! And yet, the amazing solitude our rooms offered.
It’s funny how you comfortable you get with your people. How you video call each other, even if it’s as rare as once in a few months. How connected you are, and how much it makes you feel happy.. Knowing that they’re there. Man. I miss you guys!
And I haven’t even talked about the campus fun. Shared secrets, embarrassments, gossip and stories about the people you detest? Sigh.
I can only hope that meeting all of you in two months, is going to culminate in an epic extravaganza.
So long, beauties!
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!
This be the day of fluttering by, aka the butterfly. Bought these lovelies off the train during my short and severe stint in Mumbai during the internships days. It’s a delight wearing these😊
You know the days when you Just want to leave the room with a backpack and your walking shoes? Today seemed like a perfect day for that.
With a solitary class in the day and nothing concrete to do, a trip to the city away from this pretty hills was a welcome relief. It’s amazing just how many times you set out on a journey without knowing your destination but eventually end up with some good memories.
I’ve spend very less time with my Roomie outside of the room and it was a pleasant bonding that we had over chicken wings, coke, and parantha. Also explored a new bakery cum cafe in the area and was enamoured by the chocolate bomb which acted like the icing on our cake.
I wish I could tell someone about the adventures of my day but I don’t think I can approach them with the shared ease and camaraderie that was characteristic of us a little while ago. Time I tell you and ego. They’re the worst deterrents of bonds.
After a rather tumultuous break on the blog front, I’m back for the long haul. It’s a pleasant albeit slightly gloomy welcome to the beautiful symbiosis campus, oh so often do I thank my stars for this bliss. Four and half hours of CRM lecture and tomorrow’s off seems legit. So ‘Nya, ‘Lya and I are embarking on Pune Darshan tomorrow. I have my doubts about the trip owing to monsoon but come on, it’s now or never. If you’ve thought it, you ought to do it.
On an unrelated yet extremely important note, else I wouldn’t be doing justice to the title, I wore these pretty scorpion trinkets today.
Scorpions bring a certain element of distrust in me and reminds me of the poem we had in Class ten.