You ask me where I’m from. What can I say? My heart belongs to Bombay, my mind to Melbourne Madras keeps me sane, And Bangalore always, always feels like home. In Bahrain, I lived many lives, My school had all of India, And I watched American cartoons In a Tamil-Telugu home. My neighbour was a ...
As an upright, upstanding citizen of Bangalore, I am very much upset at Bruhat Bangalore Mahanagara Palike (BBMP) actions these past few weeks. Fustofall, I must tell you, I am not one of those people who go around always criticising the country. For your information, I am very proudest Indian. Everyday I am doing my ...
Reports say that, over the Diwali weekend, apartment complexes all over Bangalore and Hyderabad were invaded by gangs of costumed children demanding candy. Halloween, it seems, had arrived in South India. “I was forced to hand over 2 kg of Diwali laddooâ€, said one agitated woman, “And they didn’t even sing carols!â€. It was a ...
The Old Magazine House at Ganeshgudi is the stuff of birdwatching legend. If you believed the stories, all you had to do was grab a cup of tea, take a seat in front of the birdbaths, and watch. It all sounded so fantastic that my husband, Kumar, and I had to go see it for ...
I have come to believe that we Indians are somewhat obsessed with hair. I cut my hair short a few years ago. Now, I always thought cutting my hair was an independent decision I was allowed to take, being an adult and all. But no. Apparently, I should have taken permission for this from distant ...
When I was a child, I was obsessed with Amar Chitra Katha books, especially the ones about saints and sadhus. I grew up imagining that I was also going to turn into one. I would stare into the mirror and consider deep philosophical questions such as “Who is this I? What does it mean to ...
The singer plucked a line of air And spun it till it took wing and caught fire A thousand fireflies bloomed in the music. My face is still warm from the glow. [A short poem written after watching the awesome Stories in a Song!] Like my work? Please share!FacebookGoogleTwitterTumblr
I must start with a confession. I used to be an NRI. In fact, I’ve been an NRI twice in my life. The first time was when I was very young. We had travelled by space-ship to this planet known as the Gelf. It was a planet with no water and no cows, but Malayalis ...
This Mother’s Day, Brether’s Day, is all getting too much I say. Only last month, on June 15th, my cousin brother called me at the ungodly hour of 6.00 am. “Why you didn’t wish me?” he is asking, “Lalli, Paddu, even my North-Indian daughter-in-law Sweety and her parents are calling to wish me.” “Is it ...
Somewhere inside this odd and inconsistent book is a sensible little self-help book trying to get out. In the preface to Don’t Slap Your Wife But Don’t Get Slapped Either, Dr. Sunil Vaid says that, although he agrees that is mostly women who are “suppressed, manipulated and tortured†by their husbands, this book gives voice ...