One week since this happened. The media has its baby for the fortnight or so. TV is gruesome entertainment with politico-types competing, reality-show like to see who can say the most outrageous/stupid/TRP-generating things. How has real life been for the regular Mumbaiker? I can tell you how mine has been….
Mumbai, masquerading as the exception in a country that boasts of daughter-in-law burning, honor killing, female infanticide and as of December, gang-rapes in metros, has been outed.
You don’t have to be a ‘real’ anything to be real.
It might seem that I’m opposed to all Indian festivals but I’m actually, not. Not even to today’s grand occasion of Raksha-bandhan. Well, I have no problem with honoring the sibling relationship. If anything, I’m all for occasions that remind you to be grateful for the presence of special people…
So much comes up in silence, even somebody else’s silence.
I like to call it a frisson in friendship, not even something important enough to merit beginning with capitals and being preceded with a ‘the’
If this mobile phone were a woman, she’d be rocking the retro look. I spotted this cassette-style mobile phone cover on someone’s table at my last office. Gadgetry has become a vital part of our style quotient as well so for the first time, here’s featuring a gizmo on I…
So I created this, from an old pickle jar, for a friend who wanted a picture of mirth (yellow and orange are those, aren’t they?). The sheet music and the rest of the symbols have special significance for him. Note – This is only one bottle. Each image is a…
For the Indian man, there’s only one real woman in every relationship. It always goes back to her.
I haven’t been a big fan of Fastrack ever since the ‘cheating is cool’ subtext in their ad campaign. But this duffel bag from their collection caught my eye, especially for its label. It reminded me of the Tantra tee-shirts form of humour. So, after a long hiatus, an I…