Weekend Coffee Share #20

Yikes. This is the first Weekend Coffee Share of 2018. And the first in two months. Wow. And, it’s not even the weekend. It’s a Monday night here in Bengaluru. God Bless me.

I have so much to say that i don’t know if I can. Anyway. I will start from Monday, the 26th of February.

I was busy packing and thinking what I should and shouldn’t take. Where was I going? I was going to Mumbai! In my head, I still call it Bombay because I feel Bombay more than Mumbai. But that’s just me. I’m a little sentimental about cities like that. But nothing very eventful happened. I straightened my hair. Filled my phone with audiobooks and ebooks fit for travelling. Packed. I was more excited about the next day.

On the 27th of February, I traveled, for the first time, in a flight. I was going with my dad, and we took a cab to the airport, even though there were buses going there all the time. For some reason, Pappa insisted we go early and I hurried with him. Turns out, he wanted to get there early so I could get a window seat! He put on his best charming tone, saying how this is my first plane ride, she was utterly charmed and got me a window seat! I was thrilled. This was going to be epic.

Epic it was. It was only a little less than 2 hours, the whole plane ride, and in the midst of eating plane lunch (no pun intended) and my heart jerking and my stomach feeling hollow a few times during the landing, mostly I was memerized by how beautiful the sky looked. I suppose when one gets used to plane rides, this isn’t anything new but for me, this was just brilliant. I decided that I wanted to paint it, but I know for a fact that I will not come close to it. Ever.

After we landed in Bombay at around 2 in the afternoon, we hailed a taxi straight to our room. Upon reaching the building, I thought, “where in this hellhole is our hotel?” It was a really old and dingy building, with a set of forked stairs, and it seemed that one building alone had 3 hotels! The interiors were really nice though. Later that evening, Pappa took me to the Siddhi Vinayak Temple, where we bought sweets and two small idols of the God, and then we went to the Gateway of India. We sat there till the sun went down and it got late enough to get back to our room.

The Taj Hotel was magnificent. We walked around it, and discovered a street shopping area that I have (hopefully) filed away for the future. There was something just so amazing about that street and the area.

I had my interview on the 28th. I had to report at the University at 8 in the morning, so I was up by 5:45. After a bath, while eating breakfast, I decided to watch TV. Partly to calm my nerves, partly to unearth treasures that came in the form of old forgotten cartoons. And I was not disappointed. I watched half an our of Dexter’s Laboratory in complete bliss.

Then it was time to go.

Both my interviews and the pre-interview tests were, thankfully, scheduled on the same day. The interview timings just stretched on and on. I thought I’d be done by 2 in the afternoon or so, but nope. It dragged on till 5. After I came out, Pappa asked me what we should do next. We decided there was no point in going back to the hotel because then we’d have to go out again for dinner. So we went to the beach, finally.

The Chowpatty beach, which one can see along the Marine Drive is where we went. On one side, where there are food stalls, the stall owners don’t have chairs and tables. Instead, they’ve spread plastic mats on the sand for all of us to sit and eat on the ground. I loved this. Too bad I didn’t take a picture of this.

I was with Pappa and he’s not the best company to eat roadside food with and even I didn’t have much of an appetite so we just walked along the beach, waiting for the sun to set.

All along the marine Drive, there are huge slabs/benches people to either face the sea or the traffic. I preferred both, which was sad because I sat facing the sea and then once in a while, I turned to watch the traffic. My neck hurt. After it got dark, we crossed the road looking for a taxi when we saw an aquarium. We went inside to see if it was open and Pappa asked me, “Do you want to go in?” I shrugged. “Might as well. We’re here anyway, right?”

Tickets were Rs 60 per adult and after the visit to the aquarium, Pappa said “This was worth 60 Rupees,” because it definitely was. More on this later.

We went back to our hotel room, washed up, lay in bed for a little while before going out to dinner. We went to a bar and restaurant where the manager was a Kannadiga! I was thrilled. We ate fish and chicken and it was nice food. We had a bus to catch the next day, so we called it a night and went to sleep.

Our bus was 2 in the afternoon, which wasn’t very clearly mentioned, so we ended up waiting from noon for a bus that was at 2. I had taken an anti-nauseating tablet, so I pretty much slept waiting for the bus. The sleeper bus reminded me of Harry Potter’s Knight Bus. It was a fascinating ride. We reached Bengaluru the next morning.

Saturday was eventful because Amma, Akka and I decided to check out new places to eat that had cropped up in our area. We spent the entire evening hopping from one place to another, buying enough ice cream to stock up the fridge and we were so full that we skipped dinner. Sunday afternoon was my highlight because Akka and I started watching She Was pretty! We’re only four episodes deep, but she loves it so far. I’m glad. I didn’t know what I’d do if she didn’t like my favourite show.

Monday evening, I met Poorvi for a belated birthday party and we spent the entire evening walking around Jayanagar and eating and did a little shopping too. it was fun. I skipped dinner again because I was so full.

I’ve had a great week.

I hope to write more detailed (and well-crafted) posts on Bombay soon! Especially on taxis and the people I met there and how the city was in general. Wish me luck!

How was your week? Anything important that happened in your life while I was away? Do tell!


Weekend Coffee Share #19

Technically, this becomes a weekday post because it is already New Year where I live, so Happy New Year!

This could’ve been 20 or 21 but my lazy bum didn’t feel like typing anything much, even if I did want to reach my mark of 300 posts before the end of the year. Oh well.

2017 was a very unexpected year. The first half just whizzed by because I had college, and man, I miss college. I miss all the cribbing, the lab, the lunch, the banyan tree, the movies and of course, all my peeps. Leaving was hard, but we had to accept it, unless I wanted to study masters there only, which I didn’t.

And then my unexpected break came. I had a load of things to do in my break and I couldn’t achieve a single one of them. But there were other things that I did, though. I wrote a lot of poetry and did a lot of art. I’m really proud of that. I also read a lot, but there’s nothing new there. I wish I had blogged more, though. I just keep running out of things to say and even when I sit down to write, I can’t.

I also began Freelancing. It’s quite slow and I have only one client, but it pays okay. It provides for some expenses that I can’t keep asking my family for. By next year, I hope to have more clients, and make it a little steadier.

I can’t think what to write about my year, right now, at least. I’m a little tipsy so I can’t think straight, but tomorrow or day after, I will rehash my entire year (and bore you all to death! mwhahahaha). But for now, this week. Beginning from Christmas Eve.

On Sunday, Christmas Eve, I went and met Nithya. She lived on the other end of the city and I had a good day. Nithya and I spent the whole afternoon just sitting and talking. I can’t remember half the things we spoke about, but I had a really good day. Later that evening, I met my family at MG Road, where my mother wanted to see the lights on Brigade Road. It was really nice! The lights were full and very pretty.

Christmas was such an amazing day. Apart from the book I got from the Bookstagrammers annual Christmas Bookswap, I got so many more gifts from my sister. I swear, nobody else has such an awesome sister. She got me this really pretty edition of Emma, a Magnus Bane candle, a Harry Potter T shirt, a Patronus badge and a Totoro mug. She just knows me SO Well. Whereas I got her Alicia Souza’s (a Bangalore based illustrator whose illustrations are very cute) Happy Girls are the Prettiest calendar. Lame, I know. But she also bought an iPhone7, so it is my responsibility to buy her phone covers. I’ll go broke but if it makes her happy, that’s all I want.

After Christmas day, my family and went to Chitradurga, randomly. More on that later.

On the 30th, I met up with Parvathi (my bae over at Queen Talks) and Poorvi for some bookshopping and lunch. It was another great day. Then we went to drop my cousin off at the airport, who was leaving to Malaysia with her husband.

New Year’s eve was uneventful as usual. But Pappa made us a glass of cocktail so that was nice.

This was my whole week. I probably missed some parts, but, eh. Doesn’t matter.

Happy New Year! DO you have resolutions? Do tell me everything!

Weekend Coffee Share #18

This entire post is in Kannada. I hope Google Translate will help out with this! If you find anything funny, or didn’t understand, do let me know. I shall clarify that for you.

ವೀಕೆಂಡ್ ಕಾಫೀ ಶೇರ್ #೧೮
ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವ, ಮತ್ತು ನವೆಂಬರ್ ತಿಂಗಳು ಕನ್ನಡದ ಸಲುವಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ಹೊಸ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಕ್ಕೆ ಕಾಲಿಡುತ್ತಿರುವೆ ನಾನು. ಪ್ರತಿ ವಾರ, ಅಥವಾ ಪ್ರತಿ ೧೫ ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ಒಮ್ಮೆ, ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಪೋಸ್ಟನ್ನು ಬರೆಯುತ್ತೇನೆ. ಈ ವಾರ, ಎಷ್ಟೋ ದಿನಗಳ ನಂತರ, ವೀಕೆಂಡ್ ಕಾಫೀ ಶೇರ್ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತೇನೆ.

ಕಳೆದ ಶನಿವಾರ, ನಾಲ್ಕನೇ ತಾರೀಕು, ನಾನು ಪಾರ್ವತಿಯನ್ನು ಭೇಟಿಯಾದೆ. ಎಷ್ಟೋ ತಿಂಗಳ ನಂತರ ಭೇಟಿಯಾಗಿ, ಇಡೀ ದಿನ ಕೂತು ಮಾತನಾಡಿದೆವು. ಬಹಳ ಸಂತೋಷ ಆಯ್ತು. ಏನೇನೋ ಮಾತಾಡಿ, ಒಳ್ಳೆ ಊಟ ಮಾಡಿ, ಎಷ್ಟೋ ದಿನದ ಆಸೆಯನ್ನ ಪೂರೈಸಿಕೊಂಡೆ. ನಾನು ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಓದುವ ಸಲುವಾಗಿ ಒಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಹೋದೆ. ಕೊಲ್ಲೀನ್ ಹೂವೆರ್ ಅವರ ವಿದೌಟ್ ಮೆರಿಟ್ ಎನ್ನೊ ಒಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕ. ಅವಳಿಂದ ನಾನು ಎರಡು ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದೆ. ಅವಳು ಅದರ ಮುಂದಿನ ದಿನವೇ ಓದಿ ಮುಗಿಸಿಬಿಟ್ಟಳೂ! ನಾನು ಅವತ್ತಿನ ಸಂಜೆ, ಅಪ್ಪನಿಗೋಸ್ಕರ ಬೈಯ್ಯಪ್ಪನಹಳ್ಳಿಯ ಮೆಟ್ರೋ ಸ್ಟೇಶನ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಕಾಯುತ್ತಿದ್ದೆ. ನಮ್ಮ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಸಾಂಟ್ರೋ ಕಾರನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ಊರಿಗೆ ಬಿಡಲು ಹೊರಟಿದ್ದರು.

ನಮ್ಮ ಮೊದಲನೆಯ ಕಾರು, ೧೦ ವರುಷದ ಕಾರನ್ನು ಮಾರಿದ್ದು ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ (ತುಂಬಾನೇ) ಬೇಸರದ ವಿಷಯ. ಆದರೆ ಅದರ ಕಾಲ ನಮ್ಮ ಜತೆ ಮುಗಿಯಿತು. ಹೊಸ ಜಾಗ, ಹೊಸ ಕುಟುಂಬ.

೦೯ನೇ ತಾರೀಕು, ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತೆ ದಿವ್ಯಾಳ ಹುಟ್ಟುಹಬ್ಬ. ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಆಚರಿಸಿದ್ದು ಬಹಳ ಕಡಿಮೆ. ಈ ಸಲಾನೂ ಆಚರಣೆ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಗಮನ ಹರಿಸಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅವಳಿಗೂ ಸಮಯ ಇರುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ಎಂದುಕೊಂಡು, ಬರೀ ಮೆಸೇಜ್ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಅವತ್ತಿನ ಸಂಜೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಇನ್ನೊಬ್ಬ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತೆ, ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ, ಅವಳು ನನಗೆ ಫೋನ್ ಮಾಡಿದಳು. ದಿವ್ಯನಿಗೆ ಏಕೆ ಸರ್ಪ್ರೈಸ್ ಮಾಡಬಾರದು? ನನ್ನ ಕ್ಲಾಸ್ ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲೇ ಸಪ್ನ ಬುಕ್ ಹೌಸ್ ಇರುವುದರಿಂದ, ನಾನು ಅವಳಿಗೆ ಒಂದು ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಕೊಂಡುಕೊಂಡು, ನನಗೂ ಒಂದು ಕೊಂಡು, ಆಟೋ ತೊಗೊಂಡು ಅವರ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋದೆ. ಅಮೂಲ್ಯ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೊಗಿ, ಸಣ್ಣ ಪಾರ್ಟೀಗೆ ಅಂತ ಬೇರೆ ಬೇರೆ ತರಹದ ಕೇಕ್ಗಳು, ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಖಾರ ತೆಗೆದುಕೊಂಡು ಹೋದೆವು. ಸ್ವಲ್ಪೆಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಾಲ ಕಳಿತೆನೊ ಅನಿಸಿತು. ಆದರೆ, ೯ ಗಂಟೆಗೆಲ್ಲಾ ಅಕ್ಕನ ಫೋನು. ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋರಡಬೇಕಲ್ವೆ ಅಂತ ಅನಿಸಿತು.


೧೦ನೇ ತಾರೀಕು, ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೊಸ ಕಾರು ಬಂದಿತು!

೧೧ನೇ ತಾರೀಕು, ಅಪ್ಪ ಅಮ್ಮನ ಹುಟ್ಟಿದಹಬ್ಬ. ಹೌದು, ನಾನು ಹೆಳ್ತಿರೊದು ನಿಜ. ಅವರಿಗೆ ಅಂತ ನಾನು ಅಕ್ಕ ಸೇರಿ ಒಂದು ಕೇಕ್ ಮಾಡಿದೆವು. ಆದರೆ ಅದು ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ಬರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಮುಂದಿನ ವಾರ ಮತ್ತೆ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನಿಸೋ ಆಲೋಚನೆ ಇದೆ.

ಈ ಪ್ರಯತ್ನದೊಂದಿಗೆ, ನಾನು ಕನ್ನಡದ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಓದುವ ಅಭ್ಯಾಸವನ್ನು ಆರಂಭಿಸಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಸಧ್ಯಕ್ಕೆ, ಮೋಹನಸ್ವಾಮಿ ಎನ್ನೋ ಪುಸ್ತಕವನ್ನು ಒದುತ್ತಿದ್ದೇನೆ. ಬಹಳ ವಿಭಿನ್ನವಾಗಿದೆ, ಈ ಅನುಭವ. ಮನಸ್ಸಿಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ಹತ್ತಿರ ಎನಿಸುತ್ತಿದೆ. ಇದು ಮುಗಿದ ಮೇಲೆ ಜೋಗಿ ಅವರ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು ಎಂಬ ಕಾದಂಬರಿಯನ್ನು ಇದೇ ತಿಂಗಳು ಓದುವ ಗುರಿ ಇದೆ. ನೋಡೋಣ. ಅದನ್ನು ಓದಿದ ನಂತರ ಅದರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಬರೆಯುವೆ.

ನಿಮ್ಮ ವಾರ ಹೇಗಿತ್ತು?

Weekend Coffee Share #17

I swear, I don’t know how this week went by.

Akka fell ill sometime on Thursday last week, so she’d taken the three days off till Wednesday, and worked from home on Thursday and Friday, so I’ve had her home all week. I will miss her when she goes back to work on Monday.

I’ve drawn, I’ve gone to class during the evenings, I’ve sat and watched TV, I’ve read a little and went for a little outing to Orion Mall, because we hadn’t gone out in so long. My theme for the week for my bullet journal was Autos, and I was quite happy with it. This week, I’m planning to draw the inside of a BMTC bus as a faded background sketch. I hope it goes well.

After finishing, and being a bit disappointed with This Savage Song, I began listening to Jenny Han’s book, P.S, I Still Love You, and I love it so far. The story is my favourite type of contemporary: cute, fluffy and still gives me all the feels.

On Thursday afternoon, I met with Naveen and Yeshas to eat fish at this place in Cubbon Park, that Pappa always said had some amazing food. He never has the time because they always open only during lunch time and on the weekdays, so I went. It was really good, but I was a bit sad that I did not get to eat crabs. Then we sat under a random tree in a pocket of the park, and spent some time talking. It was really nice.

I had been making some mandala postcards, and for a first-timer, I must say, they’ve come out pretty well! I’m quite proud of them and I will be sending them away soon enough.

I also made the very-due Ghibli postcards. These are of some of my favourite quotes of Ghibli. I loved all the 6 I’ve made. I still have to make 4 (10 quotes in all) but I’m quite lost as to how to make them. Hopefully I can.

My oldest cousin, who got married last year, came to our house, so we went out to Orion mall, because there was a flea market. The flea market was, like everything else in the mall, overpriced, but we did find a really nice stall from Mysore that sold very cute touristy things that I’ve never found anywhere. We bought a couple of dolls for Dasara festival, an “I Love Bengaluru” keychain with charms of auto, bus and a scooter, a fridge magnet of Bengaluru and a free keychain that I won over with my charms 😀

There was also Landmark, and I insisted that we go. I went over to the books section, and there was barely anything. I went over to see if I could find any cool unruled notebooks, but the ones that I really liked were too expensive. I’d have bought it if it was at least 200 Rs lesser.

Then we got home and played a game of life. Right now, I’m learning to write Hiragana, and I’m on the first lesson, learning vowels. Every time I’m learning Japanese, I am reminded again and again of how bad I am when it comes to languages. I just don’t seem to have the natural talent for it. Oh, well. But I shall not stop learning Japanese. I’ll go as far as I can.

No pictures because I’m feeling too lazy.

Hope you had a good week! Tell me all about it!

Weekend Coffee Share #16

The last Weekend Coffee Share I put was in May. May. I haven’t been all that busy but the thing is that, I don’t realize the importance of time when I’m this free. I just loiter away time doing mindless things like play Super Mario or Solitaire, when I could study the present course (Gender and Sexuality), study Indian Polity or even Japanese. But nooo.

Instead, I wake up at 10, eat breakfast, sit and do nothing till 2, when I have to have lunch and leave for class at 4 in Rajajinagar. The only good thing about Rajajinagar is how I’ve discovered this fabulous place which sells flavoured tea. I’ve had two so far, Mango and chocolate, and there are so many more types! After I have had all of them, I plan on writing an elaborate post. Hopefully, next weekend will be it.

I come home at around 7 in the evening. I finish my work for the day (newspaper notes and whatnot) and then after dinner, I watch something. My ongoing K-drama currently is She Was Pretty, recommended to me by the lovely Parvathi (who is currently in another city from me and having a good college life) and I only have 5 more episodes to finish. I’m freaking loving it.

Then the cycle starts all over again.

Yesterday was Ganesha Chaturthi, and it was quite low-key for us this year, because not too many people came to visit our house.

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The tradition is that we keep an idol of Ganesha, preferably made from clay, and we perform a puja for it. at the end of the day, or end of three days, or however long you want to keep it, we submerge it in a body of water. The story is that Ganesha goes back home to his mother after you’ve had him in your house as a guest.

And this year, there have been so many new types of Ganesha, in the name of creating awareness and lake clean up, including a charcoal Ganesha and seed-ball Ganesha. Pappa was skeptical about them, so went with our good old fashioned, clay Ganesha, with no paint. We’d been buying from this called Raghu for years now, and each year, the idols are as beautiful as ever.

I have no idea what I did for the past few months, especially June and July. I had something to do starting August, but otherwise, nothing. I had decided to make postcards for the Bookstagram community, but I’m failing miserably to do so. I did make a few cards, however, for the Postcrossing Society of India, and they’ve loved it. I met with some of them last Saturday, and I had fun! There are loads of opportunities for printing my designs. I don’t think I can print them, at any rate, but let’s see. I’m open to options.

Let’s see, what else?

I had met up with a few friends on my friend Salka’s birthday. And after that, on Independence day, Smriti left for Wageningen, the Netherlands, for her higher studies. Prince sent me a postcard with a cryptogram message, which I have to crack now, for which I have less than 0% ability. Let’s see. He sent me an easy one, apparently, so I shall try it soon.


Too much excitement to take a solid picture. 


The only good thing to come out of August was my weekly planning layouts. I started with a theme and developed on it. August was all grey and black, because of the monsoons. It has rained almost every night for the past two weeks. I also started a Daily Writing Planner, where I write everyday, 500 words. It went great for a few days, and I stuck to the routine, but then it fell away unceremoniously.

My best friend from school has started her masters after securing 1st rank in her final year!! I’m going to see her so much lesser. And Sam is also starting her masters in Conservation Future from September 4th. They are all growing up and I’m still here. Hopefully not for long.

August, September, and October call for a lot of festivals, so Akka has been home a lot. I’m happy that she is because I’ve missed her. On the 22nd of August, it was Howie D’s (of the Backstreet Boys) birthday, and usually, VH1 hosts a show playing all the music videos of the band. They do this for most singer/band member’s birthday, and this time, I’m glad I saw it early. I watched it with Amma, who, well, kept making fun of the videos, but I sang it out loud all alone. It was quite sad, because my sister is my singing partner, especially when it comes to the Backstreet Boys. God knows how it’ll be when I move away to study or when she gets married. She doesn’t want me to go, but I need to. For me.

I was also trying to make her jealous. She was stuck in her office, bored out of her head, and I sat all by myself and sang the Backstreet Boys’ songs.

My Japanese learning is going quite badly. I had been too distracted to study for a while, and I’m trying to get back on track. It’s not very hard, but I need proper dedication for it. Which I lack, at the moment.

Before this “break” started, I had so many plans, and I haven’t followed a single one of them. And I sort of like where this year is going. Also sort of not. I’m just becoming a lazier bug, and nobody can help that but me.


Weekend Coffee Share #15

I thought I published this on Sunday night! Oh gosh.

Oh God. It’s been more than two months since I wrote one! I actually was supposed to write one last week, but I was so exhausted and excited that my exams got over and I’d have a week’s solitude (after which I need to prepare for an exam) for doing absolutely everything that I want to.

Or just do nothing at all.

Anyway, I have had a blast, these two weeks. I will start from the 28th April. That was the day that I wrote my last exam of my last semester at St Joseph’s college. After which we decided we cant to go out for lunch, as usual. At first, we planned to chill our for a bit at DJ’s house and then later go to Food Street in VV Puram, near Samudyatha’s house.

Then, of course, we had a long, long debate/discussion as to where else to go, because all of us were really hungry. We thought of Onesta, but Salka vetoed it. Nairika suggested The Chocolate Room, on Brigade Road, and we all agreed to go there, pulling Passang along with us.

The place was small but comfy and the food was mediocre. What mattered to me was how much time we’d spend there together. Which is why, we got together the next day also, at Smriti’s house. More on that later.

The waiter was such an annoying man. At first, only four of us were sitting at the only long, big table. We ordered food for four of us and little more snacks. While we were rattling off our items, the guy just stood staring at us. Normally, no matter who it is, waiters write down orders. This guy didn’t even blink an eye. We straight out asked him, “Don’t you want to write it down?” Because honestly, each of us had a food item and a drink, along with snacks until the rest of them came. And who did he think he is, Arul Mani?!

He said, “No, I can remember,” So we told him everything, going a little slow this time. He went away and came back after the rest of our peeps came. After taking their orders, he came back and brought a drink that none of us ordered. He just huffed and rolled his eyes and took it back.

This happened a second time. He didn’t stay quiet. “This is too much!” And we all burst into shouts and cries of “You should’ve written it down!” in various versions. HE went away without another word.


After this lunch, we planned to meet at Smriti’s house for lunch the next day, to compensate for the Holi we missed. We watched Suicide Squad partway on Amazon Prime while waiting for the rest of them, and after everyone came, we had lunch. Like last time, Smriti’s mother had cooked us a delicious, elaborate lunch, not including those starter snacks that Smriti and her mother had made for a pre-lunch snack. Smriti’s plan was to go boating in the Madiwala lake near her house after lunch, and then swimming in the pool of her building.

When we went to the lake, it started raining. The officials at the boating centre said that until it stopped raining, there wasn’t much they could do. As we thought the rain slowed to a drizzle, it became heavier. In the end, we couldn’t go boating but we spent a good 30 minutes or so just staring at the lake and birds and skipping (or trying to) stones across the water, and talking about everything and nothing all at once. In the rain. It was so nice that I didn’t want to leave the lake.

After we got back to Smriti’s house, the boys went to pool and changed soon. I don’t swim. I don’t know how and I have that common fear of depths. So, I hadn’t planned on swimming at all. But Indu and Nairika pleaded and Smriti got me clothes to wear and I reluctantly agreed to get into the water only; I hadn’t agreed to swim yet.

I got into the kiddie pool first; standing and holding tightly to Nairika’s hand. We waded through that pool, which only came up to my knees. The I sat on the wall between the kiddie pool and the adults pool, lowering one leg at a time. The finally, Nairika coaxed me into standing in the shallow side of the pool. Then I eventually graduated to holding the length of rope between the pool dividing the shallow and deep ends. I also Submerged in the water and took a dip!

We were in the water in the rain for a good 45 minutes. Again, it was really nice. I did not want to leave.

After that the most eventful day was Wednesday 3 May. I went book shopping! Akka told me to meet her Higginbotham’s a little later in the evening. I had a 300 rupee voucher for books at The Bookworm. I went to MG Road, catching a bus from 4th Block Jayanagar, and walked all the way to Church street, where I found the old building of Bookworm. Just behind that complex is Church Street, and I went there, only to find out that Blossoms, Gangarams and The Bookworm were all in the same line. All of them are bookstores and old ones but in new buildings.

I went to Gangaram’s first, bought myself my very first Ruskin Bond book (because it is a very pretty 60th anniversary edition) and then to Bookworm. I stayed in Bookworm for a long time and then I didn’t know what to buy. SO I just bought a 150 rupee worth book, the second of the Eragon series, Eldest. The spine of the book is so so pretty!

Then I went to Higginbothams with Akka. It was a beautiful sight at first but after scouting the whole store, I was not sure I liked it. I prefered the smell and love of old books to new ones, I guess and Higginbothams only sold new ones. We spent more than two hours deciding what to buy, before i finally bought Anansi Boys and A thousand Nights, which was another total cover buy.


And then this weekend I did work. I got my results on Saturday and I passed with first class! I  am officially a graduate!

Then my dad made me clean up my shelves and today, we had a ton more work.

And, tonight I will be leaving to Chikmagalur! It is a hill station with coffee estates and a beautiful climate. i will write about once I come back on Tuesday.

Tell about your two weeks! Or more!

Weekend Coffee Share #14

Focus on #litfestmeta

Instead of playing catch up on my poetry prompts, here I am, rehashing the last two, most exciting weeks of my life so far.

After that horrible week of tests, I thought I could use some good news and good vibes, so like I said on last Weekend Coffee Share, a few of us got together and decided to keep a stall at Meta.

Let’s start with the 10th of February. This was the day Meta was inaugurated.

It was a Friday and Friday is a dreadful day for my class because of Biochemistry lab. I so nicely asked the teachers if I could leave early because I had a competition but both the teachers flat out refused. It was blacked out poetry, and I’d never done it in my life so i really, really wanted to do it. Maybe it was the fury that both the teachers didn’t appreciate the finer things in life than chemistry, or simply the urge to participate in such an amazing contest, I finished my experiment quickly and left. I took part in the competition and it was really hard but so, so much fun! I’m planning on trying it again soon!

Saturday was Japan Habba prep day. I didn’t do much, but one thing I got to know was making those hexagonal paper balls. I loved doing them and I’m so glad I learnt to do it!

Sunday was Japan Habba. Honestly saying, I had more fun last year. This year, all I did was loiter around, showing Samudyatha around, then my sister, then DJ and Prince and then my parents. And then I spent time with the Graphic.Inc people who were having their “Mangafication” and gaming stall in one of the small rooms in the Auditorium. I didn’t even get to see any of the programmes, unfortunately. And for some reason I can’t really put my finger on, I didn’t even talk to most of the volunteers. Even if I did, I don’t know most of their names. It was, indeed, tiring, but I got so much stuff! I also got to wear a yukata with Sam!

And then, Monday came. Our stall was for three days, and we’d originally planned on keeping it on 13th, 14th and 18th February. Monday, the 13th, was our stall day. I was so excited for it! Our stall was originally called as A-SPIN, but now we don’t have a proper name. Moving on.

At our stall, on the 13th and 14th, most of the things were Valentine’s day stuff. I’m not bragging but we have some pretty awesome stuff. From deep thoughts to cutesy lovey-dovey stuff, we had everything. We had cards (greeting cards, postcards, gift cards), painted bulbs, fridge magnets, earrings, stickers and paperclips. The first day, because we didn’t have a table, we put it on the stage and for first timers, we sold them really well. The sale was the best on the first day, unfortunately, but we’re hoping it will be good tomorrow. Monday’s the charm!

All through the week, I’ve had competitions. Last Monday, I had fan fiction competition and even though mine wasn’t the most original of stories, I’m glad I wrote what I wrote. Wednesday was Headliners, and even though Parvathi and I didn’t win, we had an amazing time! And then on Thursday, a friend of ours from a senior class was having a house-warming ceremony. Sam, Prince, DJ and I went. And I’d missed Rajitha. It was amazing to meet her after so long.


Then the most awaited day, Friday, came.

Friday was poetry Slam. On Wednesday night, I’d found out the theme for it: Losing it. It was something so generalized that I decided to play around with it, until I came to a conclusion that this will be about my childhood. It is definitely inspired by this post that I wrote a long time ago, I for Imagination. And I was polishing it a bit, here and there, and I was so excited for it. It was the most me thing that I’d ever written (surprise, surprise XD). But then, Fridays are a bane. Because the contest started at 4, I thought I could finish off the experiment by 4 and leave soon. But, we did this stupid, and I quote Smriti, “pointless experiment” which got over by 4:20. I hurried downstairs (the lab was in the third floor of the science block, and the poetry slam was in the other block) calling this girl I knew who was a major mart of Meta. To my devastation, I learned that the competition was over. I also saw the judge walking out of the gate, and it was none other than the amazing Joshua (who’d taken one lecture/workshop for Sam and me during Culture Journalism course and it was, hands down, the best workshop on writing that I’d ever been to). And I had dressed up for the performance!

I bought myself and Sam tea in the PG canteen with the money that I was supposed to pay for the Poetry Slam. I whined about it all the way home in my head, cursing my teacher for the experiment, cursing my other teacher for even keeping this pointless experiment in the syllabus. And my day was not done yet.

I had applied for the Teach For India Fellowship Programme 2017 and the awaited day was 18th February. But I got a mail a day early saying that I was not selected. It hurt.

That evening, I decided to order books to get rid of my sorrow. I ordered Red Queen, It Ends With Us and two other random books from BookChor. And I slept on the sorrow and it dampened quite a bit the next day.

Saturday, I had Children’s fiction contest. The starter was really good! If I had more time, I’d have written something good. Something worth reading. Sigh.

This was my two weeks. Most of it brushed under the carpet. Thank you for sticking around and reading my long, ranty post.

Weekend Coffee Share #13

First Weekend Coffee Share of the year!

Even though it is a Monday, I’d still like to put things down here. They make it seem very believable.

This week was spectacularly hectic. After the weak New Year’s day, I dreaded to go back to college because I had loads of unfinished assignments. And at one point, I didn’t know where I should start, so I sat and painted buttons, made a few postcards, to send and for our bookmarks/postcards stall at Nirvaan.

Nirvaan is St. Joseph’s annual fest, and guess what the theme is time?


(My city, Bengaluru).

I could not have been more thrilled. Here’s the poster for it.


Samudyatha, I and Shravan, with the help of DJ and Archana, thought of having a stall during the fest. But with the fest happening this Thursday and Friday, our products are no where near ready. So, we’re ditching the idea. Instead, I’m heading Funk From Junk and Creative Writing. Also, we’re getting t-shirts!!

On 5th Jan, Thursday, we all went to Truffles. After hearing “Truffles this”, “Truffles that,” the restaurant really kept up its name. I had Mexican Chicken with Rice. And I tasted shit loads of stuff, and practically had to lumber along the footpath to catch my bus. Every single thing that I ate was so, so delicious.

Picture credits: Smriti

Then, 6th Jan was Hayao Miyazaki’s birthday. In that honor, I wanted to watch one Ghibli movie, but unfortunately, I kept pushing it to the next day and the next, and ended up not watching it at all.

Saturday, I had plans.

I had two things in my list: Conference. And Kirik Party.

And one hell of an adventure it was.

The conference was held by Bangalore University, at the Jnana Jyothi Auditorium, the place where Japan Habba happened last year. I was so thrilled to go back because of all the memories that happened there.

But the conference ended so chaotically. The movie, Kirik Party, started at 6:45 PM. I thought, the conference would end at 5 PM, I would catch a bus to Majestic, then home, then go to the movie with Amma, Akka and Yoggy. But I left the auditorium at 6:30. Ran outside to catch an auto, and made it to the movie by 7:10 PM.

Thankfully, i didn’t decide to ditch the movie.

It. Was. Phenomenal.

I will be writing a post soon about the movie. Hopefully.

Sunday was even more hectic, and fun. I had a meeting with the Japan Habba committee, so Anita and I went. We had some Graphi.Inc business to with them 😀 and it was a pretty successful meeting.

After the meeting, I had a play to watch at Rangashankara, with Smriti and Arun. And it got late. Heartbroken, I sat down at the bookshop and read a whole Grapgic novel, The Tragical Comedy or the Comical Tragedy of Mr Punch. It is safe to say that this is one of the darkest and downright disturbing books that I’ve ever read, right alongside The Story of An eye. 

The lucky side of my day is, that I got to watch the last one-third of the play! It was called, Swaraajyadaata, based on the book by Gandhi, Hind Swaraj. More on this in another post too!

Then today, I only went to college to attend two meetings at the end of the day. Otherwise, I would’ve taken refuge in the warmth of bed.

Weekend Coffee Share #12

Merry Christmas, Everyone!!

I am forcing myself to sit down at the computer and type this post out. Otherwise, I will probably stop blogging.

And I can’t have that.

I have been busy. I have been busy making cards for Christmas, which somehow, even with my early start, ended up rushing a few of them. I’m pretty satisfied with them, but I could only give them out to all the teachers and none of my classmates and friends. Which made me a little sad.



No matter. I have had other things to concentrate on. I will be back.

I am writing poetry, on my other blog, answering poetry prompts by PoetryHive on instagram, along with Parvathi. Do check them out! I haven’t been all that regular, though.

Last Sunday, I went to an event called Poetry On Elephants. It involved going from Sammy’s house to Rajitha’s house, catching a bus from Rajitha’s house and a wrong metro train to MG Road, but I reached anyway. I recited two poems that I wrote previously that week, which I thought were pretty good for my standard. And then we (we being Me, Yeshas, Ismail and Krishna sir, who’s a birder), went to Koshy’s and had coffee at 8:30 that night. Then Yeshas dropped me home and I went to college the next morning.

Monday was ethnic day. And it was pretty frustrating. We had two labs on the day, of which one of them was Inorganic chemistry. We wore our lab coats over our ethnic wear and did titration standing over wooden stools and almost slipping over. Which is pretty much the ultimate test that any of us could’ve gotten.

On Wednesday morning, as I was crossing the road to college, I tripped majorly on the road and fell majestically. I only hurt my left palm and right elbow, thankfully.

This week, after giving away the cards on Friday, I was hanging out some people from another class. It was refreshing, for a start, since I didn’t know about them a lot.

I got my package from the book swap! This time, the bookswap was so much fun! We had to send out books which matched our receiver’s name, either the title or the author. It was incredible fun packing it up for my receiver. Midnight, yesterday, we all opened it. I got Em and the Big Hoom, by Jerry Pinto. With tons of bookmarks and travel cards. And the big surprise was?


I had tears even before I realized my eyes were wet.

And, the pages are purple. It cannot get any better than this. Thank you, Tejasvi!


And, I bet you, you and your sister aren’t as awesome as we are. We got each other silver rings for Christmas! And when we went to shop for it, we went to our same standard store, Raikars, in Jayanagar. And we were both tempted to buy one for ourselves.

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The one with two rings on the middle finger is my hand. 

This was my life so far, though I only brushed up on the important details. Who needs in-depth analysis of life when it changes every moment?

Tell me about your Christmas! I’m so excited to hear it!

Weekend Coffee Share #11

Happy anniversary, Pappa and Amma! Live a long, happy life! Here’s a throwback to last year’s post!

Sorry for the absence and for not writing that post on the people and food and culture of Madikeri, as I promised. I will make it up for you soon. In the meanwhile, here’s what’s going on in my life so far.

After my exams on the 2nd of November, that immediate Monday, my friends and I went sampling for our dissertation project. It was fun work, but also extremely tiring. We drove all around Bengaluru, picking one particular site per day and looking for agricultural lands where they grew flowers and vegetables. We got some pretty awesome stuff, but we have to dry them in order to test them. And drying them in this winter Sun is a pain.

I’ve disappointed myself and a whole lot of people this past week. I’ve got to gather courage and work harder this semester.

My sister also joined Postcrossing! It is going to be so much fun! I’m glad she has something new to do!

Since November 1st, I’ve been attempting JR Rogue and Kat Savage’s writing prompts, As Everything Turns Grey. I’ve loved writing every bit of it but they aren’t nearly as good as my attempts at Because Every Summer Is Still Winter. And you can check them out here. I’ve also been writing with a friend, Parvathi, and it has been a wonderful experience so far. She blogs at Queen Talks. I urge you all to find a writing buddy this instant!

This has been my November so far. Not the best, but I’m surviving.