There are myriad mindless quizzes that my Facebook friends seem to indulge in all day long – sample these: What kind of drunk are you, what will your son’s name be, how well do you know your obscure Disney quotes etc. Read more
There’s a fine line between racism and patriotism, and I’m not sure whether I crossed it.
It was the night of the ill-fated India vs. England match. I’m not a huge cricket fan, but since it was a do or die match for India and since I was coerced into going along with my friends, I decided to stop dreaming about Marat Safin and root for Mahendra Singh. Read more
I recently chanced by an old email I had written to a friend which happened to be an explicit narrative on a day in my life as a first year BMM student. Since the front pages of all newspapers are crammed with SSC/HSC and various other abbreviated exam stories, I thought I’d be real nice and give a heads up to all those newly inducted freshers who are straightening their locks and buying checked shorts in hope of celebrating the wild, joyous, carefree ride of collegedom. Read more
I am a single parent. I have a son and a daughter. Like most kids, they can be often found squabbling with each other about inanely petty issues – the excess oil in the food for instance, is one of their favourite topics to pick on. Then they have larger debates like whose family function to attend or not. At times, they have life-altering, earth-shattering arguments over a missing bill that either of them misplaced, but neither is sure and until they find it lying in the most conspicuous place possible, all sorts of papers are flung across the room, until our home resembles a Samurai’s house of flying daggers. Read more