Coming Out Of Vertigo
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men. It makes my past feel like vertigo.
Surviving the Seventeenth
Soon, it will be 9yrs since I made one of the few impulsive decisions of my life. It is a decision I’ve been punished for over & over.
Masters Of Sex: Wake Me Up When You Realise Sex Isn’t About The Man
I’m currently watching the TV series, Masters of Sex. It was the first show I began on Netflix when I first subscribed. I had to stop and move to other things that were easier. I’ve tried to come back several times and I think this time I’ll manage to finish…
The Three Mistakes Of My Thirties
On the last day of my thirties, I look back at the three mistakes that marked this decade.
You Don’t Know Me
We’ve spoken. You’ve looked at me and I, at you. You probably thought of me later.
Where I Lay My Hands, Is Home
In 2009, the BMC, Mumbai’s civic body invited citizens to come paint the walls of an arterial road abutting the railway track. Home.
Transactions Of Hope
Do you say all the things to the world that you wish somebody would say to you? Do you hope?
Walking The Minefield
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
Go, Selfie!
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
Don’t Call Me TamBram
I am not a Tamilian. I am not a Brahmin. You erase my identity and you insult my legacy when you call me a TamBram.