Matte Finish
She perfects her face. She polishes her demeanor. There is a matte finish over her entire being. – A poem on the sheen finish of our lives.
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The Straight Voice of Gaysi
My friend and founder of Gaysi, India’s first blog for gay people invited me to contribute, asking if I’d like to be the straight voice of a gay desi blog.
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Motherhood
Motherhood. Have you thought about it? I have.
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Light A Candle: Remembering The C.S.T. carnage
The terror attacks of 26 November 2008 at C.S.T. hit the core spirit of resilience of Mumbaiker. Light a candle in the memory of those who fell.
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Mumbai Limps Back To Life
I traveled into town today, in the aftermath of the terror that Mumbai has lived in the past week. The reason was a Tweet-up/Peace walk/gathering at Colaba Causeway. Honestly? I stand in deep respect of the police force, the fire-fighters and the NSG who delivered us from the terror. And…
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Reality Show: Terror Mumbai
On 26 November 2008, a series of terror attacks rocked the foundation of the safest city of this country.
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The Day After: It’s Not Over As Yet
Mumbai awoke this morning (for those who did manage to sleep) to reports of commandos being dropped from helicopters onto the critical locations under attack. There was also a mention that the Taj Mahal hotel was secure but that’s something we heard around midnight yesterday too and it turned out…
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A Tree Grows In Mumbai
That patch of yellow in the corner isn’t an indication of autumn (Do we get that in Mumbai?). The minute the street-lamp is turned on in the early evening, and just for the short while that there’s evening light, the tree looks like it’s blushing yellow. Is that too poetic…
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Enter At Your Own Peril
Be careful how deeply you look into people. The most negative emotions run skin-deep. As you get under their skin, you start to meet their motivations, their desires and their shortcomings. You should probably stop right there. Because any deeper and you come face to face with their fears, their…
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Dipping My Toes
On Facebook while I wait for E Vestigio to turn up for our Sunday evening catch-up/gripe/giggle dinner-date. Clearing out pending messages, updated status (blah, I’m running out of exciting things to claim I’m doing) and even looked into Twitter. And now this idle mind turns to mischief. So I use…
