Walking The Minefield
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
We glorify anger. We present and consume revenge sagas, hate politics. We keep alive an emotional minefield.
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
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.
Hey you in the dark. Have you looked my way lately? I exist.
Walk the high road because that is the path that YOU deserve to walk on.
I went for a swim and then I went on a date.
Who are you when there isn’t anyone around to recognise you? Do you know this person?
Mumbai defines me and in my being, I add to the millions that define this city.
There’s a certain kind of man who gets off on sad women. It’s an entire trope – The Depressed/Tortured/Troubled/Damsel-in-distress that the guy ‘rescues’ with minimal emotional investment by clowning around. He is not a Manic Pixie Dream Guy. No, the original in that trope is not a person and only…
I’m going to treat every meeting like it is a date. Here’s what it means. Here’s why I mean it. A date.