Balanced Diet
I’m bored with men and their silly games. I’m tired of women and their wicked wiles.
Someone invent a new sex. I’m fed up with this staple diet.
Month: September 2007
City Of One
Friday evening and I was leaving work. Later than expected, about 3 hours later than I’d have wished. I got into the cab and paused for those brief seconds that are those rare occurances in a Mumbaiker’s day when he or she thinks of absolutely nothing. Then snapping back into…
Rainy Days And Pseudo-Mondays Get Me Down
Rainy days that seem like Mondays in Mumbai. And we are already off to a bad start.
20/20 Vision at Lalbagh
What does it mean to be on the roads of Lalbagh during the city’s most high octane festival and right in the midst of cricket fever?
Dharma
Mum shook me awake at 4 a.m. Grandmother had fallen down in the bathroom and wasn’t able to get up. Mum couldn’t pick her up either. We got her up and put her back to bed. And then I patted her arm and soothed her brow. Full circle from the…
Welcome To The Metrosexual Era
So we are a city of metrosexual men? Hmm. I guess I should revise my preferences. Let it never be said that I’m not fair. So welcome, men, to the joys of beautification! That said, let me extend the olive branch to my insofar suffering male counterparts and attempt to…
Codes
Speaking in codes about the twisted tangles within us is fun.
Aww G …
I was terribly amused by the extra ‘tadka’ that this restaurant adds to its language alongside its food! It probably was very rude to laugh, when I read the top line which read ‘Motter Panir’. Then true to Mumbaiker form, perpetually seeking improvement, the manager instructed the ‘board-writer’ to correct…
Writer’s Block
I always imagined writer’s block would be about running out of things to write about. But the ideas are there. They just don’t flow properly? Yeah…you know how it feels like pen and paper or keyboard and screen are one with your body and that the blood in your veins…
55 Words: Poisoned Wine
Poison,Was laced intoThe first glass of sweet wine you offered me Since then even water tastes like fire From betrayal is born vindictivenessAnd for those of us who never forgetIt is akin to the demon child born of a mortal womb You will always be the poison in my sweet…