The Kala Ghoda Art Festival this year takes me back to my campus days of festival-hopping. Make the trip for one event, bump into a whole lot of people who on reflection you know just will be there, catch another event completely on impulse and in general have a phlethora…
KGAF is Mela meets Social Awareness and they both get a lift from Commercial Sponsors to go to the Arty Party.
I was an amateur singer in college. Inadvertently, the campus festivals also became my ground for shattering glass celings with my voice.
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…
Planning a rendezvous with a girlfriend. She is at the parlor and I have to wait till she gets done. I sit tight elsewhere and am most amused to hear her say, I think it will be an hour before I’m released!!! And if that sounds like parole from jail…
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…
Today I got an email from a colleague titled, “IM not working.”
“That girl is hot!”
“No, she is not.”
“And you would know, would you? You don’t check out women.”
“Says who? I check out women all the time.”
I accompanied a friend on a ‘window-shopping’ spree, scouting the city of Mumbai for the perfect place of land that she could call her own.