I read an article which touched a raw nerve. The article had tips on how to break-up while avoiding the discomfort of the whole process. Now, having gone through this so very many times, I can attest to the fact that practice does not make perfect. There is no easy…
The Kala Ghoda Art Festival is an event I look forward to all year. In the past few years, I’ve been covering the event for the Official Kala Ghoda Gazette. This year I had the privilege of conducting (in part) a workshop with my session on blogging. It’s been a…
A box called an idiot runs my life.
Writers are sad people,
stewing in the acrid juices of their own guilt
frustration, shame, impotence
hoping to turn a spicy marinade or a fine wine at the end.
To ‘the one special woman’, You are the stuff of memories that never fade, rust or get forgotten. You are the overriding factor above everything hormonal, practical, emotional, logical and fair. Indeed, you must be special. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Do you know who I am? I…
You’re in trouble when you start believing your own good press. But you’re a woman when you start believing your own bad press. What we girls need is a little less guilt and tad more thoughtlessness. A version is posted to Yahoo! Real Beauty.
The day I made the brinjal chips, I ended up having dinner by myself. It being a Friday night, dad assumed I’d be out. But since it was the day before my workshop at the Kala Ghoda Art Festival, I’d decided to stay home and turn in early. I’ve never…
This is an old photograph, shot at the memorable first Wall Project a year-and-half ago. Jhayu created a surreal upside-down skyline of Mumbai along with Wanderblah. His contribution to our group-project, a depiction of a Twitter wall said, “@jhayu is the bom shizgit” His tee-shirt is the exact colour of…
How ironical is it to watch a movie called ‘The Ugly Truth’…censored? Minus the hot scenes, it feels caricatured, artificial and silly. Hmm, just like real life. So my dear children, here are my lessons for today: The truth isn’t ugly. It’s just bigger than you think. Just like love….
I peeped into the kitchen. The smell was making my stomach growl. The stove in our kitchen is right next to the east-facing window. Most times, one needs a super-high-powered pair of sunglasses to avoid the sting of sunlight on the bright metal utensils going about their business on the…