In my book, privacy is a longing of youth. There is vulnerability when you are young that demands some kind of a protective filter around. Privacy might also be critical to the professions of stealing, spying, politics or the building ...Read More
Old songs make me nostalgic. They make everybody nostalgic, do they not? With me, it is different. Time stops. No, there are no memories or flashes from the past. There is just Now, still, quiet, afraid to move because it knows ...Read More
He keeps himself busy. So he doesn't have the time to keep checking the calendar. He has refused himself the pleasure of counting the hours since she left but he cannot seem to ignore days. He knows it's a Monday ...Read More
My most resonant memory of 70s music is when during the preparations of our school annual functions, we would hear Lipps Incorporated's Funky Town again and again. And again. We had no access to Western music except on radio and ...Read More
She wears altered waist coats of her politician father, swaps jhumkas for a gun, dances raunchily in front of her grandmother, is Tendulkar to her brothers, swears and rains abuses with passion on foes, drives an open jeep, is not ...Read More
Something about the Aarushi Talwar case tugs at my heart. I feel transfixed every time the TV splashes Aarushi’s childhood pictures and videos. The normalness of the images is chilling in that they bear no hint, not a shimmer of ...Read More
I am just back from the movie Ishaqzaade. On the face of it, a usual and regular outing for us empty nesters. But this particular viewing turned out to be a very different experience. For one, we chose to go to Delite Diamond ...Read More
Mothers are born flawed. If they don't see imperfections in themselves, which is unlikely, someone else will. But these questions and doubts a mother faces today are unique to the times. Our grandmothers were different. They were undivided souls. They ...Read More
There are three women that I have met in this little lifetime, who have made me gasp and stare at them in awe.
Mom, who I call Maa.
Grandmom, who I call Dida.
And Mum-in-law, who I call Amma.
All women worth their weight ...Read More
This is positively sinful, decadent and you can't stop eating it. It calls out to you in the middle of the night, the middle of a lazy Sunday evening, in the middle of a bath even...you find yourself scurrying out ...Read More
Many, many years ago, when there was no such thing as ready-made ginger-garlic paste, saas-bahu flicks on TV, when Mumbai had one standard climate for all seasons (hot, sucky, humid), when I could not tell Malayalam from Tamil from Kannada ...Read More
We have been talking to each other for a few years now. All we do is talk, talk and talk. It amuses and baffles me. These lines of a very popular song come to me, It’s only words and words ...Read More
