New Spaces But The Stage is Always Home
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.
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Quoted In HT Cafe: ‘A Shot In The Dark: Why Artistes Love To Perform With The Lights Out’
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.
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I Wear: The Girl In Transparent Boots
Getting a haircut, being compared to a celebrity, trampling around puddle-filled lanes and keeping up the look through rain & sunshine – I Wear.
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Performing To The Gallery: Alcohols & Men – Tuning Fork
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…
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A Retro Generation: Burnt Out Firecrackers & Faded Flowers
“It was rebellion. Just like every other generation.”
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I Wear: The Girl With A Cameraphone
I Wear goes video! My first everyday style post but with a view.
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Tiny Tales: The Apple Lion
I realised during the Alphabet Sambar meet yesterday that I wrote this story but never put it up. So here it is for your childhood-scented reading pleasure. Don’t forget to play! ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ The Apple Lion It started with a spelling test. Ma’am had threatened the class with one later in…
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Lights Out
I’ve never really taken a break from social media. But it looks like it’s time for me to turn all the screen lights off.
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A Lifetime Sentence of Being Woman
Earlier this month, I tweeted the following: “More and more it becomes obvious that testosterone and machismo are the biggest problems this world faces. Can we just ban men?” The reactions I received proved my point and make me firmly NOT apologetic for it. Personal attacks. Rape threats. Attack threats….
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The Room Speaks
The inside of me feels like an empty room. Does the world know the body is just a cloth coat hung on air?
