Thank God: Ramjanambhoomi-Babri Masjid & Bombay Riots
Religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence & my city burnt. It was never the same again. I was never the same again. Thank God.
Religion met politics in a thunderclap of violence & my city burnt. It was never the same again. I was never the same again. Thank God.
A lullaby is sung to us as children. But well into adulthood, sleep remains elusive. This is my loving goodbye to the cares of the day.
I created this piece for an UnErase Against Drugs event. I wanted to go beyond the PSA-style message and tell a story. What’s your poison?
I come from musical history. I trained in vocals & an instrument. I’ve won prizes, performed concerts. But music is not my identity.
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
FLAMINGOS is the story of two realities (flight & bondage) juxtaposed in a corner of Mumbai’s forgotten history.
The friendzone assumes that women owe men sex for nice behaviour. This mindset is part of rape culture, whose other manifestations are incels and acid attacks.
This was one of the few classic poem style pieces that I actually wrote for stage. I wanted to explore the juxtaposition between the tangible and the emotional. And where better to do that than on stage, with my own body trying to emote things my mind created?
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
A lot of straight women feel safer around gay men. It has felt, I’ve thought, like having a girl best friend but who can drop me home when it gets late. Yes, that’s shallow. But also, what does it say about masculinity (since straight men have led the charge on…