Long before the Rachel Cut was made famous by Jennifer Aniston in F.R.I.E.N.D.S, there was the Sadhana Cut. In 1960, a frothy Love In Simla gave us an unforgettable romance with a little pixie in the lead. She was Sadhana and in a key scene, turns from a Cinderella to a princess when her grandmother […]
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Unmangeable And Unmarriagable!
I am 26 years old. In the conservative Muslim community that is so close knit that you can smell what’s cooking in your neighbors house,whispers of, “What is wrong with her, how come she isn’t married yet?” are hard to miss. In the words of an overly concerned aunty whose face I haven’t seen in […]
Crash : The Importance Of Being Human
If your temple or your mosque or your church was attacked by terrorists, your family was hurt by an act of hate, would you pick up a gun to avenge yourself? Or atleast carry a burden of hate against THEM forever? What if we killed a perceived enemy and realised, a gun shot or a […]
The Long Road Home
The only part that can be appropriately labelled as ‘excruciating’ in a 3.5 week vacation home (India), is perhaps the 20+ hours spent cooped up in an air-plane or counting crows during layovers. An 8 hour flight from Detroit to Amsterdam, wandering aimlessly through the occluded corridors of Amsterdam’s Schiphol airport before boarding the next […]
Bhopal: Exploring the Enchanting Ruins-2
A pea-shaped face peeked from behind a set of rusted iron doors at the Taj Mahal palace as I firmly rapped the heavy door-knocker against its metal backrest. “I wish to look around”, I said determinedly in response to the quizzical expression that stared back at me. The possessor of the tiny, question-marked face – Abhinav, a […]
A New Age Love Letter
To my dear henpecked husband, No I don’t intend to insult you, unlike our society ever ready with many tags that aim to degrade you, to question your testosterone levels and to reinforce its archaic, misogynistic beliefs on you so as to snuff out the slightest glimmer of hope for change. To me the word […]
The Golden Warmth Of Lohri
My memories of celebrating Lohri in Patiala are a bit hazy. But yes, winter was the season when beeji, my grandmother would painstakingly chop sarson ka saag and then cook it in a haandi on a mud angeethi. The prepared saag always topped with a dollop of homemade butter never ever saw the inside of […]
Reclaiming Memory From Politics
What is memory? A place you no longer live in? What is history? A street that has been renamed? Are boundaries only geographical? Can they be erased and redrawn? And when memory, geography and history can all be given a political context, what do you remember? The human experience or its politicised version. Questions like […]
Bangalore is full of beans!
No, this is not about cricket, although cricket is a constant presence. Some days I could be watching it, some days not. But it is there. Like music, like the smell of jasmine or ‘agarbathi’ in the bylanes of Bangalore. Or even the loud ‘soppu’ cry of the vegetable vendor pushing his cart in my […]
The Luxury Of Doing Nothing
I remember a time when I hated sitting around doing nothing. My days had to be packed with things to do, places to go, people to meet or I felt like I would go crazy. And somewhere along the way I had to make peace with having too much time and too little to do. […]
A Forgotten App Called Etiquette
In a recent interview, a best-selling author had commented that his books are competing against apps like Candy Crush and Flappy Birds. I do admit being hooked to these games for hours and feeling frustrated about an unproductive day in the end. It’s a travesty that books (even humorous fiction), does not sell well these […]
No Love Apptually
Whatever they told you about love and romance is getting a complete make-over in today’s age of plug-ins and widgets. Love in the air has been replaced by love in the digital maze of dating apps that claim to help you find your ideal soul mate! Forget the fabled heart-in-the-mouth or butterflies-in-the-belly moments; it is […]