A glass of prosecco, an apartment alight with the glow of fairy lights and a very very quiet evening. That’s the way I’m bidding goodbye to a long Diwali week this year. 

 
The festival offered a lovely excuse for the girls and me to have colourful and yummy adventures in Comm street. I got to meet so many of the people I love over the festival days. N got back to town after being invited to speak at Stanford just in time to enjoy the festivities!!! and K has returned to NY.

The sound of firecrackers is slowly becoming lesser as the weekend comes to a close and it looks like even the most energetic Diwali enthusiasts seem to have finally gone to bed. 

 

Scooby in the meantime seems to have missed the memo completely and is keeping the festive week excitement going at his apartment, at the cost of not wanting to face the reality of an early Monday tomorrow. His house party is still going full swing at 1 in the morning and he has the gall to ask me to come over now!! 

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The discovery of a benefit in being part of a family comprising of only adults, all over the age of 30

Impromptu late night parties. 

 

The parents, Scooby, the sil and me stayed awake till almost 2 in the morning killing two bottles of wine accompanied with trays full of fried fish. Ended the night of gluttony with jasmine rice and a dynamite lip-smacking curry. The food surprisingly turned out to be the perfect accompaniment to an evening filled with conversations that ran hot and cold through the course of the night. 

Weekends, college friends and cocktails 

Reunions when done properly are amazing right? The entire “Glam-team” minus one made it for an afternoon filled with laughter and candid conversations. It’s strange how many girl gangs I’ve become a part of over the years. But the wonderful thing is that almost every one of these groups seem to have evolved so much in the past decade and largely, I still enjoy the company and value the friendships.

In other news, I’m spending the long weekend at mums place and was surprised to find a parcel with my Rakshabandhan gift left on top of my pillow with a note from Scooby. It’s nice that the baby brother remembers, even though he is far away on vacation.

In unrelated news, just like much of the informed world, I’ve spent the majority of last week having super polarising conversations about the Google unconscious bias scandal and the FB AI debacle. On one issue I begrudgingly have to agree that it does exist and there is no reason why anyone should be penalised for starting an honest debate. On the latter, I have only one thing to ask: “Mr. Zuckerberg, Have you heard of ULTRON?!!!!!! CUT IT OUT!!!!”

Don’t you wish you could be everywhere at once sometimes? 

When you are cut off from humanity and are deep in the lap of nature for a couple of days, there is a random urge to be in a cafe in the city having fun conversations. When you are caught in traffic you start hoping you were instead at the beach watching the waves. And on weekends like this, when you have been wading through a sea of colourful pictures, you wish to suddenly be amidst the riot of colours and celebrations at an Indian wedding. 

 

Scooby’s wedding almost felt like a movie with quite a bit of background production. It’s apt I guess that the photographers have cut a “TRAILER” then 😉