desi emotions

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To Parle G, with love

desi emotions, Food

They are the oldest known biscuits in India. They are not just biscuits but are a way of life. They were the first-ever biscuits I was introduced to when I was a toddler and ever since the romance has continued. How can I forget the smiling face of the cherubic baby on the packs of Parle G smiling back at me during visits to apna bazaar to pick up the weekly groceries? As children we knew that mom would never say no to Parle G. It was an integral part of our childhood. Ever since I have heard about the…

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Do you speak like a Delhiite?

desi emotions, Trumpet Lead

If language were a cuisine, Delhi would have been serving the spiciest, tangiest and most savoury potpourri with surprises in each bite. And bite the tongue (literally and figuratively) you will, dare you not enjoy their verbal feast. So here we are blowing The Indian Trumpet in Delhi’s sound bite with an invitation to all and sundry to jibe along or gibe away… as you like it. Delhi is so ‘amazing-shamazing’ that you can never get ‘enough-shenough’ of it. – The Indian Trumpet’s Dilli Special Edition A: AbeRemember the word ‘Shrimaan Ji’ from Hindi applications and letter formats we learnt…

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Torn: In between, Two lands, Two cultures…

desi emotions, Desi Lit

At times I feelAs alienAs the crows here Looking atBored palm treesImagining paani puri vendors A young poetess shares her experience of struggling between multiple cultures, tongues, and experiences. – The Indian Trumpet’s Debut Edition Transfer of recipesThrough the phoneMake me nostalgicAnd I’m almost temptedTo sniff the receiverFor the smellOf soil after rain News on TVRemind me lifeGoes on back at homeWhile I’m hereOn foreign landMissingThe annoyingCompany of mosquitoes My accentGives awayMy nostalgia I am tornIn betweenTwo landsTwo culturesAnd two tonguesNo threeOr is it four? I smileAmidst all the confusionFor my multiple personalityIs what everyoneEnjoys the most back home With…

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On the streets of India…

desi emotions, Last Word

Busy, colourful, chaotic. Jumbled up thoughts, unruly traffic and innumerable vendors. I try to find my way in between the crowds, cows and crows. Naked wires, stuffy booths and loud cries. Nothing has changed on the Indian streets. It adds to the flavour of my country. It is on these streets that I played. I miss the chaos. As I boarded the plane to stay in an alien land I realised I am leaving behind these streets. My new home is rich but I miss the modest warmth. The ‘nai’ (hairdresser) sitting under a tree. A cycle workshop in the…

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On the jasmine trail, the charm of a gajra

desi emotions, Fashion Fry

We drove past dry arid lands, for a very long time. The scorching sun, the empty roads and the eerie stillness did not deter us. We were in search of the famous Madurai malli. The local guide, internet research and every villager whom we stopped to ask for directions said the same thing: keep going straight and you will see jasmine plants till as far as the eye can see. So, we drove in the scorching heat for miles, through the small village called ‘Nilakottai’ and could only see emptiness. Madurai and malli (jasmine) go hand in hand and this…

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Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani!

desi emotions

When Sachin Tendulkar retired in December 2012. It wasn’t only the end of a career but the end of a religion, which the people had been passionately following for over 23 years. Sachin has not made just many fans over the years but diehard, core fanatics. When it irks us, we give ourselves a moment to mock and laugh. Then, we stand up and fight. – The Indian Trumpet’s Debut Edition So who will win the BIG ONE in 2014? Will it be the silent leader or the outspoken kid? Will it be the calculated Kumar or the aggressive Modi?…

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India, to the place I belong

Bharat Darshan, desi emotions, Uncategorized

India. The first thing that comes to my mind is the variety and spontaneity that it offers. Be it a festival, marriage, pooja or cricket match the buzz of the events in India makes you stop in the middle of a bustling street to simply stand and stare in fascination. A true blue Bengaluru lass I have been born and brought up in the city and that too under the simultaneous influence of two very unique cultures, my mother being Mizo and my dad a Tamilian. It is an amazing feeling to be able to relate to two different cultures…

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To the winter sun

desi emotions, My Dubai, Nostalgia

Each winter as I open the trunk and smell the warm clothes that have been aching to be worn I think of you: the winter sun. I think of the ways you would fool with me, showing up only when you please. I lie in my cosy bed detesting the thought to leave because I know that when I’ll draw the curtains and look for you, I will lose in this game of hide ‘n’ seek. But soon I push myself to leave the behind the cosiness of my warm blanket and get ready to face the chill. I slip…

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Just another day in India

desi emotions

Ever wondered how blessings look, feel? Is it only in temples, mosques, gurudwaras and churches that blessings are bestowed? Or is it touching the feet of an elderly that brings us these? Does a blessing lie in the smile of a child, a hug by a mother, a nod by a stranger? Perhaps, yes. Today, look around. Count your blessings — that are hidden in our mundane routines, lives. On a recent trip to home, New Delhi, India, the author made note of all the tiny blessings in her life — the daily, mundane lives become worth it because of…

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Dubai is the best place to ‘live in India’! Agree?

Bharat Darshan, desi emotions

Dubai is a destination where many people ‘like’ to move not just from India but other countries as well. A lot of my friends in the UK and US often express their interest in moving to Dubai, a place that has best of both the worlds, home & abroad. The power of both ambition and need that tempts and compels an individual to leave home and head to Dubai amazes me, makes me wonder and leaves me in awe. Before I boarded the flight to Dubai I had asked myself why I was willing to leave behind my family, home…