Wake Up And Smell The Bruises
I know what I saw. I know the sense of danger I felt. I know that unmistakable instinct women develop about trouble. There was something off. I didn’t need to see the bruises.
I know what I saw. I know the sense of danger I felt. I know that unmistakable instinct women develop about trouble. There was something off. I didn’t need to see the bruises.
India is on the digital map and we of the brown-skinned, spicy-food-eating ilk are exploring digital dating too.
The people who espouse hookups are just as fundamentalist in their beliefs as the people they scoff at. There is no room for love in this war.
There is a problem with bartering education like a commodity. It really doesn’t result in knowledge or learning. The gold rush for fancy degrees means we spend our efforts pursuing them and then clinging on for dear life (politicking & manoeuvring so the title/accolade is retained). There is no time,…
A review of ‘Insects are just like you and me except some of them have wings’ by Kuzhali Manickavel.
I tried limericking. I didn’t follow syllable count rules. Saying something in 5 lines in rhyme and being funny was challenge enough.
I miss the Mumbai of my childhood. I suppose I’ll have to stop calling it ‘amchi Mumbai’ and shift to ‘maari Mumbai’ or ‘saddi Mumbai’ instead.
Fiery persona notwithstanding, my Cancerian side shows up every once in awhile. Red is usually my go to colour but occasionally I like to dip into the aqua palatte. Diwali with all its fire and noise and mayhem, made me want to retreat to the comfort of blue, purple and…
Western feminism talks about the infantalisation of women. Childish behaviour is rewarded, glorified and in some cases, forcibly attributed too. I think the Indian counterpart is a bit different – but there is an Indian counterpart. The Indian culture, across states idolizes the Plain Jane. In general conversations among my…
One week since this happened. The media has its baby for the fortnight or so. TV is gruesome entertainment with politico-types competing, reality-show like to see who can say the most outrageous/stupid/TRP-generating things. How has real life been for the regular Mumbaiker? I can tell you how mine has been….