Rockstar
This was based on a writing exercise on a secret: “Always dreamed of being a lead guitarist and performing with Sting”. So I tapped my inner Rockstar.
Map Of Emotion
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
You Aren’t Being My Friend
To my friends in so many places, I’m upset. Badly so. I’m not okay with your calling me only when you have problems in your love life. I’m struck even worse by the fact that you have no time to hear about my love life problems or worse, that you…
Outside Fairytales
Some day perhaps I will be in love. And it will be better than the fairytales.
2009: Happy & Counting
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…
The Bangalore Story
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…
Christmas
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…
Goodbyes And Other Wounds
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…
Closure Is Your Own Secret Recipe
I learnt something about closure
Airport Trip
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…
My Looks Are Not Your Excuse
I wasn’t a pretty child. Oily skin, stringy hair, gangly long limbs. Then puberty came along, and like a fairy godmother, bestowed me with a complete makeover. Suddenly I had the passport into BabeLand. That was an eon ago, long enough anyway to make me wonder whether the fairy godmother…