Palette Of Emotion
I relate to emotion visually. Humiliation is a mottled dark green flecked with brownish-red. Peace is a silvery pool with traces of blue.
A Moral Dilemma: Being PC Gay Ally, Not A Tease
I was preyed on by someone hiding behind the rainbow flag. It made me introspect on what is prejudice and what is instinct. The moral dilemma continues.
Trust, Actually
If I’m a fool to trust you, what does that say about you? ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ Nobody’s born suspicious. We trust because we think other people are the way we are. Then someone hurts us and we think everyone else is that way. Treat every suspicious person you meet, gently. Maybe they’ve…
I Style! – Going Places, Well-Equipped!
Landmark is having their annual sale! Of course you knew that if you are a book-lover in this city. But did you know that they don’t just have their regular (great!) books on sale but also a load of cool stuff as well? Check out what I picked up for…
“Web” Column For Marie Claire India Oct’09: E-Social Interactions
After a story about Twitter for Marie Claire India in Sept’09, I have a piece on social interaction and being a safe netizen in the Oct’09 issue, which is out on the stands now. I’d love to hear your comments and also your thoughts, if any, on other internet-related topics…
Motherhood – The Great Indian Relationship & The Only One
It’s easy to blame Raja Betas on poor motherhood . But ‘Wake Up Sid’ made me realise that Indian women are molded into a peculiar kind of motherhood.
The ‘It’s Complicated’ Relationship
We are a generation of options. ‘It’s complicated’ refers to everything in our lives. But is it just the men making it so?
NovelRace Week 10: Everything But The Novel
This week on Novelrace, I hit on everything but the novel itself. And I’m trying to eke out insights on writing from this bizarre disorientation.
The Whole Tooth & Nothing But The Tooth
A tooth extraction and some ouch ouch instead of wisdom.
Market Day
Today I feel like I’m inside a wellthat no one’s looked down in ten years.And around and just outside the well,it’s Market Day The voices and the sounds, they reach me,blurring into each other and not discernible.It’s not noise, it isn’t sense eitherbut it is painful nostalgia, of what life…