The most heartwarming and incredible thing happened right now. On my way back home in the auto, got stuck in traffic and rains. And while on other days, it takes around 100 bucks, today the meter read Rs 194. I was obviously a little irritated since it took way longer than usual for me to reach home. Continue reading
I woke up late that morning. As I crinkled my eyes open, I found Nidhi’s room filled with sunlight. The view was spectacular–there lay the beautiful Himalayas right outside the window smiling slyly and asking me to get the f up. As I sat outside in the verandah looking at the mountains, while slowly exhaling the smoke out of my nose, I wondered how different this morning was from my usual Mumbai mornings. Continue reading
As I began to write this post, I got distracted for the fifth time in the last five minutes. And how can one not? There lay a beautiful panorama of the glorious, gigantic Himalayas right in front of my eyes, while I sipped the perfectly made lemon-ginger-honey tea sitting in the balcony of a quaint coffee cum book shop (with free WiFi) in McLeod Ganj.
I had quit my steady, well-paying journalism job a little more than a week ago and like many people of my age wanted to ‘find myself’. Actually no, let me correct that. Most people my age are married, having babies or getting engaged faster than Vishwanathan Anand’s chess moves, so let’s just stick to – I wanted to find myself, far away from this dangerous tribe. My last day at work was on Friday and I landed in Delhi on Sunday morning, determined to not waste any precious time. Now before you can think what’s the big deal in that, let me give you a little background of yours truly. Continue reading
Summers are here–and if you’re a Delhi-ite you know exactly how that goes! You feel like a walking-talking ice cream melting away slowly and surely in the sweltering heat. What can be done in such a scenario; where you can look good as well as stay breezy and happy all day? Let me show you exactly that, in this post. Continue reading
As I walked into a theatre for the star-studded premiere of National Award winning director Srijit Mukherji’s Nirbaak on a hot Friday evening in Andheri; I decided to keep my fondness for some of his earlier movies at bay. I had mixed feelings and expectations after watching the trailer; so I settled down on the comfortable sofa and let the film do the talking.
So, what’s common between a dog, a tree, a corpse and a narcissist? The answer is love — silent love. Love binds these four stories together by a common thread, in the form of Sushmita Sen. The hyper narcissist, played by Anjan Dutta is the story of Samson, an old loner who is so self absorbed that he smooches as well as masturbates to his own reflection. He spends hours looking at the mirror lovingly, appreciating himself, taking really long luxurious soapy baths and then spraying self with half a bottle of deodorant to last a lifetime. Continue reading
The blade was an inch away from her shaking wrist. The hand shook as the cold blade finally touched her warm skin.
She plopped clumsily on the pristine white bathroom floor and buried her face on the trembling knees. And then she cried. First time in weeks, she let out a scream which was hardly audible–she barely had any energy left inside.
Science says, and not me, that marriages last due to two basic traits – kindness and generosity
The year is 2015 and we are robots. Well, not literally, but you get the drift. The world has become smaller, thanks to social media, but what has that done to us? Only made us go further away from each other in real life—quite an irony, isn’t it? Real relationships are crumbling, we are busier than ever, 24 hours are seeming less and divorce rates are only going up. Continue reading
Four people talk about why they want to remain childless and why that’s a difficult decision to make while living in India
The year is 2015 and yet our Indian society wants all of us to behave in a certain manner. Be it complaining about the comedy group All India Bakchod’s roast video (which compelled them to take it off YouTube eventually) or political parties like Hindu Mahasabha going on record to say that they will make couples out on Valentine’s Day marry each other—more and more things these days make me wonder if we are actually moonwalking backwards and regressing by the day.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 12,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
In a world where the sanctity of life can be so brutally violated, do I really want to create a new one?
As I’m writing this post, the screen in front of me appears hazy and my head is buzzing—that’s because I’m crying. Silent tears. The office boy is giving me a side glance every now and then, wondering what’s wrong with me. I wish he didn’t see me like this, but I can’t seem to stop myself today. Since morning, all I’ve done is read up and watch the news as more and more details pour in about the Peshawar school attack. And with each lurid story, the tears flow faster. Continue reading