The Great Indian Lift

This column appeared in Femina Magazine dated Aug 7th. There stands a 12-storey building where my ancestral home in my “village” in Punjab used to be. At the entrance there is a watch man who needs your name in his sekutree (security) book- a pile of papers so filthy I can see the germs on […]

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They live among us.

This appeared on the Times of India Editorial Page dated Aug 25th, 2014 My cousin is angry, they have taken away the bowl of water she keeps outside the building for stray dogs to drink out of under the pretext that it breeds mosquitos. “What about the two garbage cans right there- do those not […]

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The Lawlessness of Language

Disclaimer: This post may contain certain words that people conventionally find offensive. Rest assured they are being used purely in the context of description and not with the intention to offend. So, sue me I guess. The release of Sheryl Sandberg (COO of Facebook) book Lean In: Women, Work and the Will to lead came with […]

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The Baggage of Breasts

(This is a column for the AWESOME Femina Magazine, (June 11th, 2014). I got a cover byline because obvi duh boobs. Do pick up a copy!)   Breasts. Even the word has weight. The hard B, coming directly before the rolling R followed by an “-issts,” like you’re beckoning a dog towards you. They’re called […]

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THE 6 PM SLOT

I met Naomi Dutta, when she was producing “Love 2 Hate U”, a show that aired on Star World. If there’s one thing I remember about her was that she was patient. She nodded attentively while I spoke, her eyes alert. She spoke with conviction about her vision for the show. In a consequent meeting […]

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Come to bed with me tonight?

Come to bed with me tonight? Lie with me, on the hard mattress, just the way I like it. Put your head down on the hard pillow that resists my cheeks every time I put my head down.  Let the covers slide over your bare legs. Now close your eye and let sleep take your […]

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A love letter to the Monsoon.

Three months ago I sat in the open air section of Candies, when the first drop fell on my arm I didn’t even bother looking up- a leaky AC in the building above, an over enthusiastically pronounced word from someone’s lips- it could be anything.  Casually wiping it off my arm I continued the deeply engrossing […]

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