The Mystery of the Stuttering Parrot by Robert ArthurMy rating: 5 of 5 stars The Three Investigators, for the uninitiated are a trio of teenage boys who solve mysteries. This series addresses the same audience as that of The Hardy Boys & Nancy Drew but I’d like to think the…
A crazy work day is made tolerable by a Vulcan salute from a Sheldon Cooper fan. This is Srinivas Kulkarni (better known as Srini and the inspiration for such Sriniisms as “A Srini in time saves mine” by SWLers). For his poker-face acceptance of my announcement that he was being…
A review of ‘How to be good’ by Nick Hornby
Just some home truths about sex. It’s open to a wide variety of interpretations. It could be a lot of things. There are things that do not belong with sex.
Spotted on the back of autorickshaw driver’s seat. Everyone in Mumbai wants repeat business.
It’s a curious thing that in our bid for perfection, we lose the essence of beauty. I must have been ten or eleven when I first got into a swimming pool. Along with a bunch of other kids the same age, I learnt to splash and swim and not fear…
He said, “This home looks really broken down.” looking at the photograph. “Yes.” I replied. I heard pity in my friend’s voice. For a heart that had made room. But I remembered the goodbye. A welcome that wasn’t returned.And the plastic mask-shield came back to protect me again. From rain…
Consent is a layered, nuanced thing. How do we even begin to consider it in a world where some of us are not allowed to say NO?
Watching ‘Silver Linings Playbook’ reminded me of something I keep forgetting – to do what makes me happy. It’s so simple. I keep letting myself get lost.
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.