Thank God: Ramjanambhoomi-Babri Masjid & Bombay Riots
Religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence & my city burnt. It was never the same again. I was never the same again. Thank God.
Religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence & my city burnt. It was never the same again. I was never the same again. Thank God.
A lullaby is sung to us as children. But well into adulthood, sleep remains elusive. This is my loving goodbye to the cares of the day.
I created this piece for an UnErase Against Drugs event. I wanted to go beyond the PSA-style message and tell a story. What’s your poison?
Mumbai says welcome in many languages. There’s one place where you can taste them all. Vileparle says welcome home.
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
The joke goes that people from anywhere else in the city need a visa to enter Andheri. The Marol of my past was another world.
This tiny station doesn’t feature in most Mumbai narratives but Mahim is full of the rich, unspoken connections that make this city.
FLAMINGOS is the story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history.
You’re out to dinner on Friday night. It’s nothing exciting, nothing new. Till you look over to the next table.
The friendzone assumes that women owe men sex for nice behaviour. This mindset is part of rape culture, whose other manifestations are incels and acid attacks.