When You Move But Time Doesn’t
The pandemic confused our relationship with time. What does it mean to be mature? Do we fit into our generations?
Home & Identity
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
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Paper Shields
I’ve been examining the concept of labels this week – why we need them, why I resist them so much. No denying labels play an important role in the human experience. For a lot of people they are shields. A name is a label & it’s the first building block…
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Social Ladder: Mumbai Class System
What about the Mumbai class divide?
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Cityzen – A Mumbai Retrospective
My divided love affair between the cities of Bangalore and Mumbai
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Romancing A Girl Who Is Too Much
I think I can only experience romance when I feel happy. I can only play the games of flirting when playfulness is possible. I can only smile at the mirth of charm when I’m just looking for an excuse to smile anyway. That’s why love becomes a common destination for…
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Valentine’s Day Farce
Whew pink season is over, what a relief! To paraphrase Mad Men, romance was invented by capitalists to sell more stuff. Valentine’s Day single-handedly created an economy of greeting cards, pink teddy bears & red hearts. Nothing wrong in these, of course. But let’s not pretend it’s something else.
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Certified Weirdzo
I’m a certified Weirdzo. Certified by the Confederation of Superficial Judgement on Body, Apparel & Behaviour. They really value conformity. I qualified early, aided by a love of bright colours, fascination with shapes & textures & absolute indifference to social rules. The kid in a neon raincoat when black &…
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Shadow Play
How do you cope with the pain of being overlooked, of being forgotten, of being seen but not as who you are, of being misunderstood, of being forced into mental cages, of being nothing more but a screen on which other people’s projections land? You don’t. You let that part…
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Blank State Self
I think we yearn for our blank slate states, for our most pristine, untouched selves. It’s why we romanticise childhood even though it’s most likely had its share of hardships & knocks. Tattoos are a curious borderline point between our most fearful, vulnerable selves that want to look back &…
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Blotting Paper Art
I love colour. Bright, vibrant hues lift my mood. What’s on the outside is connected to what’s on the inside and I like them in harmony. I’m a summer child. A Mumbaiker lives with a permanant layer of humidity on the skin. And that’s as good as my city hugging…
