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I’m practically de-sensitized to the trash overload from the television set. After all.. Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from… But every now and then there comes along something that makes me sit up and take notice. It would have been a normal, frenzied rush-hour day…
It’s January and time for all of Mumbai’s iconic events. After the Mumbai Marathon and the Mumbai Festival comes the Strand Book sale.
When I first chanced upon the Agony Aunt section in HT Cafe, I had to smile when I saw who was solving problems for the lovelorn. Kim Sharma!! Kim Sharma?? What sort of advice could she possibly give anyone? Then today I read an interview with her. You seem to…
I ushered in the New Year at a hip party in a swank hotel. Multiple dance-floors, buffet dinner and unlimited alcohol. Most of the guests took the last part of that invitation seriously. Real serious. By 11pm, the open-air lawn bar was clean out of vodka, wine and Breezers. A…
Actually after this, another string of random thoughts on breaking up and the afterlife. ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ You watch them speak to and of the one they love.And think, unflinchingly, that they don’t speak to or of you that way.The only part that hurts is the realisation that they once used to….
Jack’s eyes lazily scanned the room, taking in all, accommodating none. Gillian paused mid-speech, in spite of herself and her breath stuck in her throat. Then she caught herself and smoothly moved on, ramming her words into each other to create an artful slip of tongue. The ripple of amusement…
I pondered my personal style and channeled it into a recipe for a cocktail – ably aided by a friend’s suggestion on his perfect poison.
Had a thought – a few actually – in the last fortnight, that I haven’t had a chance to put down. I saw this movie and thought, I see ghosts too. They hurt me sometimes. They talk to me. They walk around like everyone else. They are the ghosts of…
A trip to the movies has some unsuspecting confessions spilling out in the dark.
I see the footprints of hundreds of busy feet that walked before me.I see history being created….little histories, not major sagas.