When we talkThe words are like well-worn pathson the grasslands of ideasAnd if you or I should suddenly run acrossthe lush grasses that no feet have worn a path in,The other would be sure to follow. When we talkEver so often, I find myself floating in air, as I do…
Flashback to about 10 years ago.Scene: The end of an all-important talk about the facts of life to my uninitiated-and-eager-to-learn friend. Me: Yes, so that’s how it all happens. I thought you should know.She: Sounds horrible!Me: It gets better with time.She: No way! I’ll NEVER get used to that idea!Me:…
Yesterday I was thinking about snobbery. I sometimes tell people, “Some women are snobbish about looks, some about money…Me? I’m an intelligence-snob.” What that translates into, my dear men, (the women never need to have things explained in simplistic terms!) is what traits we consider the ‘differentiating factor’ between us…
One by one, each one left. Some edged out sidewaysA few had the grace to look sorryAnd others shuffled their feet and looked about nervouslyBefore slipping out when they thought they weren’t being watchedSeveral melted away into the dark world of forgetting and being forgotten But you just opened the…
What if changing gender roles doesn’t lead us to utopia?
Anger can destroy everything in my line of sight,in one magnificent explosionOr it can eat into life itself, silentlylike a single drop of acid on your skin every day.
Surrender. As I have done.
Bells ringing. Traffic honking. Burdens falling. Surprises galore.
Faces, faces, faces everywhere.
It’s Monday morning in Mumbai.
Having looked at all that the modern woman is going to be, lets look at what the modern men are going to be. Yes, you read that right…the modern womAn and the modern mEn. Because I think there will be multiple stereotypes to describe the kind of man attracted to…
