. . . and she never stops . . .
Yay! This is the place where I can complain. Yes, even about the awful haircut I got. For two years now I’ve been trying to grow my hair longer. Under the instruction of my hair-stylist (feel like calling her a barber in the most derogatory tone possible, because that’s how pissed I am), who I…
This my 2.5 year old tattoo. Like any well-bred, cultured, family-fearing, marwadi woman, I didn’t publicize it too much. So, just imagine how I cringed when bai (my naani, maternal grandma) said, “meetu, what happened to your foot?” Within a fraction of a second, she realized what it was . And her instantaneous reaction was,…
I’d like to see people have a little more color. In what we wear, there’s beige and blue. Let’s bring in a little more hue. In how we are born, black, brown, yellow or white. Can we be born colorless? In the religion that conditions us, orange, green, white, and all. Surely, this can blend…
How do people deal with it? The vacant mind, the spotless sunshine? It’s beautiful, but it’s still blank. It’s there, the void. And it needs to be dealt with. How do people fill the serene, the vacant, the spotless, the blank, the void? I see people filling in disturbed, full, tainted, cluttered, chaotic lives with…
Like most of you, I popped myself out of the car window. I high-fived total strangers who were painted pink and purple. Holi had repeated itself in just two weeks. Random people joined me and chanted "SACHIN SACHIN" and "DHONI DHONI". I completed slogans started by huge groups, that I didn’t belong to, but somehow…
** mush alert ** You know the emoticon :)? It’s always smiling. The other one 🙁 is a whole different emoticon. And there are people like these emoticons. Some of them with lips always curved upwards. My first memories of people like these is from school. There were a bunch of them. That they were…
There are people you see and you sense an instant connection. You want to know more about them, just like that. Happens to me all the time. Hell, even tweets and blog posts make me want to know the person better. I’m sure this phenomenon is not unique to me. Another thing that goes hand-in-hand…
I’ve been told that in almost so many words, by more than one person in the last two days! A couple of them were in a tone that I really don’t appreciate be talked to in. But they are near and very, very dear, so they can take me for granted. What bothers me…
Best of my bonding with abu-rabad happens when we are watching TV together and while doing homework. Let’s forget the existence of homework for the time being. Done? Good. So, abu and i are watching either cricket or a music reality show he likes, Music Ka Maha Muqqabla, and a sanitary napkin ad comes and…
Once upon a time, there was a husband and a wife. Let’s, for the sake of convenience, call them Navin and meetu. And in their “home sweet home” they have a refrigerator with a half-broken door. Yes, the door is “paani ke 15 botlo ke bojh ka maara”. Because, the philosophy of this household…
