So it’s that time of the year again, the time to take stock and look back. Funnily enough, for a compulsive organizer/list-maker like me, it isn’t coming naturally this time round. Even funnier considering it isn’t just year end but decade end and actually end of the first decade of…
I came to Bangalore over 10 years back. I was falling in love. Not with a person or even a place. I was really, completely, truly committing myself to life. I was 19. I had just weathered a tempestuous adolescence culminating in my dropping out of college. Then I licked…
I was talking to Ajay about attending midnight mass tomorrow. He asked me why I was attending. Here’s why. I grew up in a predominantly Christian area. My neighbors were a family of three very creative daughters. All of December was spent creating paper flowers, eggshell-and-confetti buds, tinsel-and-thermacol cutouts. All…
Not a good time. Not a good mood. December always gets me down. Even though the fabulousness of my life must make me seem like a crank for complaining. It’s too many people, too many expectations, too much to consider and keep track of. They say a man (person) is…
HT Cafe’s summary of Paa goes as follows: Auro (Amitabh Bachchan) is an intelligent, witty 13-year-old boy with an extremely rare genetic defect that causes accelerated ageing. Mentally he is 13, but physically he looks five times older. He lives with his mother Vidya (Vidya Balan), who is a gynaecologist….
(Click to see the full idea-toon) Based on a true story! Okay, only a part of it…my words, that is. Mercifully the guy (unlike the cartoon dude) is smart enough to get the point and wise enough to guffaw. But for those specimens that are not and who guile you…
I learnt something about closure
I was featured on UTV Bloomberg defending ‘real books’ in the advent of Amazon Kindle and eBooks. My opponent was Shakti Salagaonkar.
Being the woman taking charge means one is playing an unusual role and there’s ample scope to be misunderstood. So should a girl ask the guy out?
I’m sitting in a stranger’s house, on someone’s white sofa, in a room filled with quirky, colourful touches of some unknown mind’s whims. I’m listening to a band jammig. The bass guitarist is a friend. I don’t know the other three boys though I’ve met the singer once. The band…
