I can picture my paternal grandfather – or Dadu – as I called him, without even bothering to close my eyes. I can see him lounging, a head full of grey hair wearing a simple white dhoti with a green or brown or blue border, and an equally white kurta, with his poite peeping despite… Continue reading Of radios, morning walks and stories – how I choose to remember Dadu
For me, it all began with Yahoo Chat, then called Lycos Chat where this adorable pirate would welcome you aboard. Of course, I was 12 at the time and had to make a fake profile as the chat was accessible to adults only. Needless to say, this deception enthralled me. I was in a chat-room… Continue reading The Internet has lost its plot. Majorly!
Let me begin by saying that I suck at feelings. Honestly. Ask me to talk to you about anything, I will go on and on, even if I don’t know much about it. I can charm you with my stories and also bore you to death with them. But the moment the stuff gets a… Continue reading Let’s forget it all!
2015 has been a hell of a year. And yeah, I am not being sarcastic. From getting my first office-going job to being acknowledged and awarded for all the hard work at college to getting an apartment and knowing what it’s really like to live alone and mostly, to the wonderful people I have had… Continue reading Ode to 2015.
Every time I watch The Newsroom (which is a lot) and I hear Will McAvoy passionately declare his “mission to civilize”, my heart resonates. Every damn time. After all, don’t I pompously position myself at a higher moral ground than the yelling, biting, scratching and bitching crowd I am surrounded with? Over the last few years,… Continue reading Mission to civilize : Feminism