Who’s Your Daddy?
As much as I complain about autorickshaws, I can’t deny they certainly improve the stuck-in-traffic experience. ‘If ur bad, I am ur dad.’
As much as I complain about autorickshaws, I can’t deny they certainly improve the stuck-in-traffic experience. ‘If ur bad, I am ur dad.’
Mumbai’s victimisation of South Indians happened a little before my time. But I remember life in the city before and after the Babri Masjid incident. My city, my beloved home has gone from an all-welcoming abode to a place that hates Muslims as much as the rest of the propagandized…
North-Indians unwelcome.South-Indians unwelcome.Muslims unwelcome. Singletons unwelcome.Couples unwelcome. Artists unwelcome.Drinkers unwelcome. The City of Gold, blessed land of Mahalaxmi that was once given as a princess’s dowry is a treasure no more. I’d like to say the average man on the street doesn’t carry these notions but the scary thing is…
Sunday lunch
I dressed up for a Christmas special dance workshop.
Think this is a notice for a missing person? Look closely.
You know how the fashion industry says things like ‘Great style should be effortless’? This is my take on the idea.
I wrote an essay about Bandra today and DNA featured an excerpt in their issue on 9 Jan’11.
Please do NOT do the following, for your own safety, sanity and that of other citizens of this city:
For Mumbai’s first Comic Con, I cosplayed Desire from Neil Gaiman’s ‘The Sandman’.