Alcohol is like a man. In its many variations, delightful or otherwise, it mirrors the vagaries of my favorite vice. Here’s how. Breezer – This is the boy you grew up with, the one who sat next to you in fourth grade and helped you with your homework. You don’t…
He called me the gatekeeper of the great suburban conscience of Mumbai. Am I? Each time I write something serious about the city, I’m reminded of a friend bitching about the ultra-intellectual types who eat at McDonalds and come out and talk about the poor people in the country. Am…
The Raja family took the flight out today. Uncle has retired so they’re moving to the house they bought in their native city awhile back, in anticipation of just such a time. They leave behind a spacious flat on the top floor of a building at the end of a leafy,…
You may want to feel needed,But that’s no reason to make me feel needy. It doesn’t say much about your masculinity,if it feels threatened by my independence. I’d rather be alonethan with someone who needs to change meI’d rather be alonethan be someone other than myself.
I painted a peacock (India’s national bird) on a purple cotton top. This is my adventure into wearable art.
I’m moving offices and have been put in charge of the move. It’s a professional responsibility. It is also a personal upheaval.
I wasn’t a cool kid or a hip teenager. But I had a plan. A decade later, I look back and wonder, how did things turn out so differently?
I had a game plan for the perfect life. I made it when I was 17 and it spanned to my 48th birthday. It factored career, finances, relationships & creativity.
While everyone in the accounts departments sits heavy on numbers and does a stock-taking quarter-by-quarter of the year that was, it occurs to me to do the same with my life. Except this is a three-quarterly review. Of my 29th year. I’ll be 30 this July and it’s an odd…
Last evening I was overcome by an urge to eat chana masala, the buttery over-spicy type, all covered with raw mango chunks and unidentified (but delicious) stuff on top. The Juhu beach variety. And while at it, bring on a naariyalpaani as well. Why not I asked myself (and oh…