Shama lama ding dong!

Hello world!

Hope you are doing great, it has been quite some some time we spoke. Must be wondering, shama lama ding dong? That’s a song I heard on the radio recently, sung by Otis Day and Knights.

It’s amazing what this city offers to you. It teaches you things like how a dad teaches you how to ride a bicycle. Over the weeks I’ve known what friendship means, how people change and how that change just makes you stronger. Being dependent is special but being independent is like, that lone sock lost somewhere, stinky, soft, protective and OUT standing! Amidst all this there are people so selfless who care not to leave that lonely sock in the bin and instead pair them up with another weird sock. These people form my strength, I never share these thoughts though. They are the salt and spice to my Thai red curry!

As dramatic as it sounds, you will encounter situations which will make your heart skip a beat for the person you adore. They dont show grand gestures or talk too much. They know you well and are always there when you need them. In fear, in despair, in pain, in suffering, and they are even there when your curry goes bad. In the middle of this shama lama ding dong they do a shoobie doobie doo and make you smile and sooth the pain away becoming your strength by just being there for you. Like how Batman shows Robin the right way by kicking him on the butt! I don’t know if you have met a guy like that. I have! Trust me on this, you cant find men like these in the elevators.. Try taking the stairs to find your strength. Until then… Sweet dreams.


Break a leg! 😉



Elevators and Food trucks!


As clichéd as it sounds, the way to both a man’s and a woman’s heart is through that bingy. In a lonesome yet lively city like bengaluru there is no need for one to keep strolling the streets for’s good food almost everywhere.

So, this new girl in the city started her quest for food months back. There were a few “never eating from here ever incidents“, but yeah, she never gave up honey! Rented myself a cozy place and started the Bot business of going to work every single day.

You know those jitters when you don’t know whom to trust at workplace. I’ve learnt my lessons on them pretty soon. But I’ve also learnt that when something bad happens there is always a greater good standing by the elevator or somewhere near a food truck. My greater good was waiting for me near a food truck. That’s where it just happened. What happened was magical and mind-boggling.

To be continued……..

With love,


Goli soda and Retail therapy!

I love goli soda

Goli soda

“Summer has never been this worse in Bangalore”  is what I hear everywhere, in metros, autos, BMTC and the cabs. Today I happen to have a very close friend of mine visit me from Mumbai. From what I hear, She’s told bangalore summers are cooler comparatively. Hello world! Today I am introducing you to sapna. Sapna, the girl from Bombay. She is a dream girl staying in a city which breaks your dream every day but gives you the hope to dream a thousand more. She is naive, bold and strong, she isn’t made for the faint-hearted. An avid curious shopper who believes in trying almost every thing new in any store, mastered the art of retail therapy, she is one amazing soul.

So where does the goli soda fit in? I don’t quite find any goli sodas around in bangalore. That rugged green glass bottle is replaced by flavoured mojitos everywhere. I miss them the most. Tried my luck, but no goli soda found. Summers were a lot simpler back then with the rasnas  and ice popsicles that left behind a color on the tongue. Today while shopping, I was searching for some soda reminiscing how we never had to worry about our summer break because it was all taken care by simple rasna and goli soda.