I sometimes hear people describe Mumbai as a place where people treat each other equally and that this city doesn’t face the societal seggregation that Chennai and even Delhi have. I disagree. This city has its own version of a caste system. It is subtle and isn’t immediately apparent, especially to people who haven’t…
A week of passion is always followed by a hangover.
Just found out that in a particular group of people I know, I’m the woman most men are attracted to. Does that make me feel good? Not. Not as much as it should, considering I’m sworn to thinking like a man. If I were to really think like a man,…
To think all those years ago I trained myself to get over the sheer indignity of unfamiliar words. The devil can be too smart for her own good.
It is a day for almost-relationships. I woke up thinking of a blogger-friend I met only twice but imagined at our first meeting itself that we were great, great friends. Haven’t kept in touch but the feeling stays. If only we were in the same continent, if only I’d made…
Indulge in the nostalgia fetish. Cherish enhanced memories over physical experiences. Filtered to fit the mind’s eye, memories are the distilled essence of reality.
Watched a re-run of my old favorite show Ally McBeal. On this episode Ally’s firm defends a man who has slapped another man for daring to insult his date. Let’s start again. The situation was as follows: Man 1 and Woman go to a party together and get to kissing….
He looks at her from the corner of his eyeThinking she won’t noticeSecretly hoping she willSo secret, he won’t even admit to himself She feels his lookLike sunlight, warm on her cheeksHer eyes stay downcastShielded from his blinding gazeWarmed nevertheless by its intensity Then it starts to rain.
The thing that bothers me is that people confuse virginity with purity and use the first to prove the second. Please, people, let’s get this straight: Virginity (or rather, the state of never having had sex) is physical, purity is spiritual. Really now, aren’t we all adult enough (and that…
It’s a filthy city, no doubt, strewn with plastic waste. But when you have someone real to walk with you, even a walk through a plastic world can seem romantic. Apparantly romance has nothing to do with beautiful places and comfortable surroundings. Who says Mumbai is not romantic? This is…