Tyler Durden Weekends
The Tyler Durden in me is peeking.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
The Tyler Durden in me is peeking.
Celebrations. I’ve decided I’m going to have them as often and as self indulgently as I can. I’m thirty-five, not dead!
A hair accessory incited so much harassment from strangers and friends alike, it unwittingly became my crown of thorns.
A review of the newly inaugurated Mumbai metro from Versova to Ghatkopar.
I met a friend-from-digitalia. She addressed a talk called ‘Geographies of the Heart’. It made me reflect on my own journey.
On 26 Nov’08, a young man walked into a train station and changed the lives of millions of people forever. I am one of those people, because I am a Mumbaiker.
Marol is where the ‘Mumbaiker spirit’ goes to die. *I should know, I grew up there.
A review of ‘Insects are just like you and me except some of them have wings’ by Kuzhali Manickavel.
I tried limericking. I didn’t follow syllable count rules. Saying something in 5 lines in rhyme and being funny was challenge enough.
I started ‘The Thirty Diaries’ a month before I hit 30. Now, six months from my 35th birthday, I do a mid-way check.