Be it ever so dirty, polluted and crowded, there’s no place like amchi Mumbai!!!!!Need I say more? If a picture speaks louder than a thousand words, here’s two thousand then! I forgot that I sometimes detest pink when I saw this…
Personally I loathe the ‘s’ word. I’m no prude but it is just derogatory. On the other hand, it conveys a certain devil-may-care, FO attitude, doesn’t it? Or more aptly ,a fuck-me-or-fuck-off attitude. Perfect. That’s this man alright. Can I attempt to define the Male Slut? Rather tough. Let me…
Then that’s why there’s so much room for deja vu, familiarity and seemingly magical connections in my life. No wonder then I’m frequently bored…I’ve seen all of this before. Who’s got the time or the inclination..or the need, to recreate the entire production again? When all I have to do…
I wanted to write this last week but I’ve been running late on a lot of things and just haven’t had the time. Nnnneeeaaarrrrrggghhh. Now usually I like to be this one foot here/the other there sort of person who expounds on the scientific reason behind certain superstitions, the validity…
Had a thought – a few actually – in the last fortnight, that I haven’t had a chance to put down. I saw this movie and thought, I see ghosts too. They hurt me sometimes. They talk to me. They walk around like everyone else. They are the ghosts of…
You know what it’s like to wake up in the morning to a blaring alarm and you wonder what sort of perversion in the human mind permitted the invention of such a torturous experience? Till you remember that you set the alarm. You know what it’s like to bounce out…
A poem about a moonlight walk.
When sambar isn’t sambar without masala powder, why are we to accept a matrimonial match with no attraction?
When is the last time you wished for something? In fact, when was the last time you allowed yourself to want something? Without telling yourself that it was…impractical…unachievable…wrong…silly…unmentionable…impossible…too big to fit into your cupboard…too expensive…incompatible with your lifestyle What was it that you wanted so much but didn’t dare ask…
I once painted this for him. It was a tribute to his native culture that celebrates Durga with Pujo.
