The City Girl

We met Milind Soman.. . On the way back home... In front of Flurys, Park Street... I've been reading stories and checking articles on Milind Soman since I was 12.  To actually meet him out of the blue was something I'd never have been able to prepare for... So as a posse of girls from Loreto walked back towards the metro from an inter-collegiate fest...who do we "bump" into, but Milind Soman, accompanied by a few of his people! One of us recognized him... Pragya spun around, disrupting her phone call with a slight movement and whispered "Isn't that Milind Soman ?" Now that's not a question you are asked everyday, is it? Me being me, I tripped over (again ) in my hurry to confirm her observations. And there he was, standing on the steps to Flurys, speaking to his PA about the Pinkathon. He looks so much better in Real Life: Dressed in a casual black tee and jeans, with his signature salt and pepper...

Bunking classes to watch a movie isn't your usual kind of day if you're studying here, at Loreto. You need insider knowledge, tracking skills, a lot of guts and a crazy group of people to actually consider it. After a morning of practically no classes, sleep inducing guest speeches and first day summer showers, 5 of us decided to simply "bunk it". We were all for staying in and taking selfies till the bell rang to announce the end of the day... until someone suggested we go watch "LOGAN". You see, among a gang of girls with the ultimate Hugh Jackman fans, such a suggestion cannot really be put down... It was five to one on our watches...break ended at one. There wasn't much time to think, plan or even run. You see, in our college, bunking is a serious issue. And why wouldn't it be when even your Principal knows each and every student's name by heart. (Scary, I know.) It was pouring outside and none of us brainiacs had an um...

From the first time we met It was a battle She wouldn’t give in And I wouldn’t let go Days passed on And years went by The battle went on And on for long For nothing was at stake Save for our own pride It wasn’t just the thrill Nor was it the prize It was just us Blinded by petty lies We didn’t know For what we fought All we cared Was who came first And so the battle carried on For days together And years together The battle was won But the question remained For all the pain And all we endured Did she win? Or did I? Though days had passed And years gone by We wondered together Was it truly just us? Or was it our pride? What surprised us all, (For we were surprised) Is that after all those days And years gone by, We had not gained a thing But each other’s side Though the battle had been won We did not care for loss For enemies who had long since withered, We became the closest of friends...

As I write in our computer class right now, fully realising that it's not something I should actually be doing, this activity seems really fun. So I started by getting up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Totally grumpy, very hungry and absolutely not wanting to attend class. Thus I ended up doing what people like me do in such problematic situations....I dragged my sorry ass to college, music blaring through my earphones, being able to see practically nothing (since as usual, I felt sleep deprived during the ungodly hours, early in the morning). Ma'am seems to have run out of projects for us to work on, so the idea was to catch up on some much delayed blogging. My partner here is literally falling asleep with her chin on her palm, elbow on the table....complete with the drool act and scary hair. Believe me... in classes like this, observing her is almost like one of the most interesting activities of all time. So what's going on in class can literally...

What makes a story compelling enough for readers to crave for more content, is what a writer creates...with more ingredients than an authentic biryani ! To delve deeper into the subject I decided to ask people (specifically, writers, bloggers, content developers), what they thought, was most essential for a writer. To be honest, a few of the answers were pretty basic ...others have the potential to surprise you. So here's a compilation of the results that were gathered from at least 10 dependable sources:- 1. Expertise in the subject: If you want to write about something, you'll have to thoroughly research regarding every item you want to present in an article, blog post or story. If you come up with something that is contrary to facts, always mention that you are deviating from the original story or facts. This will at least allow your more knowledgeable readers to know about your intentions and not spam your comment box with malicious content.  2. Don't us...

The fresh scent of coffee, wafting in the air as soon as you open the can of beans/powder is one of the great ways to start any day, in my not so humble opinion. It takes time to master the art of coffee making, especially when it comes to that particular flavor, which you prefer and that too early in the morning, every single morning. My obsession for coffee began while I was studying in the higher grades, trying to keep up during exam times to study late into the night (because that is when we ACTUALLY study, no matter what the experts ask us to do). There are so many different kinds of beans out there, combinations of which can lead to an even interesting and sometimes not so exciting flavors. My point is, you need to try it to know it.  I am a die hard coffee lover and here are my confessions: 1. One cup a day is never enough: I'm sure this stands true for every coffee drinker out there. How can simply one cup of that steaming, bubbling, aromatic beverage...

Have you ever wondered exactly what makes your mornings good or your sleep a peaceful one? Why a small text can make your day or how an old friend can bring out your smile? What makes you happy and why do you need those regular encouragements from people that matter (or sometimes even form those who apparently do not)? To start making sense, I would now have to narrate to you this one particular experience that lead me to think on this matter for a relatively longer period of time... The Grumpy Walker: Yeah, that's me. For my dear readers, here I am going to specify that when I'm in one of those moods, I prefer a walk. So a few days back when I was upset about some or the other completely obscene matter, I'd chosen to walk it off on the streets of Gariahat Market, just because. The vendors shouting out new offers along with the regular crowds didn't seem to be helpful either.  As I headed down towards main market from Golpark, I got slowed down due to the...