‘Fitness Fanatics’, Kindly Get Lost
If health was a linear equation, our demigods wouldn’t be doctors prescribing but engineers computating. Fitness freaks need a reality check.
If health was a linear equation, our demigods wouldn’t be doctors prescribing but engineers computating. Fitness freaks need a reality check.
Alphabet Sambar Sunday is a chance to bring out the citrus.
“You guys seem so close! Are you really just friends?”
Just friends. What does that even mean?
This great myth of the tortured artist, the starving writer, the moody creator needs to be debunked once and for all.
Includes a video
What I look like when I’m chilling
I’m always looking for new spaces to perform in. New venues, new people, new poetry. I brought my story of Mumbai’s textile mills to Ghatkopar station.
HT Cafe carried a story by Sapna Mathur on darkroom performances in Mumbai. I was quoted for my spoken word poetry. They were also nice enough to include a video of my collaboration with Karthik (performed in the light, so you can see) of the same act we did during the darkroom event – Lullaby.
Getting a haircut, being compared to a celebrity, trampling around puddle-filled lanes and keeping up the look through rain & sunshine – I Wear.
I went to an Open Mic after nearly three weeks and I’m glad I picked that Monday to do it. It was an evening rife with unusual performances, from a poem-turned-song to a monologue to a haiku battle to a truly moving piece that made everyone’s eyes well up. I had…