When I was four, my father had to travel to Germany for work. This was the first time he was travelling abroad and as was the tradition...

In second year English lit, we studied an anthology of Indian women authors called Inner Courtyard. Named thus, because the inner...

I mentioned to Rook the other day how I find it interesting that we live in a country where myth, history and belief are so tightly wound...

I was in the vile wasteland of Twitter the other day and came across a tweet, where a woman had asked why little-boy-shoes are so much...

Yesterday, in a furious burst of pre-Diwali madness, we ventured to the old furniture market at Oshiwara. The errand was simple: get a...

Over the past month, I’ve been following the #MeTooIndia tweets on Twitter, as the movement spread from the entertainment industry...

Every generation has a moniker that defines them. The Lost Generation. Generation X. Millennials. And squished between the last two are...

Not nice things to call someone. But this isn’t someone – it’s something. Two things actually. Things that have been sapping all my...

There I was, defending Bombay rain in an argument with someone who absolutely hates them. “But it’s so gorgeous!”, I exclaimed, “How can...

There’s the pain of heartache that Alanis Morrisette just can’t stop singing about. There’s the pain of heartbreak that can be cured only...

The thing about 4:30 in the morning is that there are no other sounds to distract you. Because at 4:30 in the morning, the rest of the...

For keeping me awake when I wanted to sleep, night after night after night. For forcing me wear jeans rather than short skirts, shirts...

This week’s rant is particularly close to my heart as it honours those whose powers contradict my own. The Unorganised Egomaniacs....

Welcome to Fuck Off and Die Thursdays. As you know, this blog is full of random rants at Life, the Universe and Everything. But all these...

Call me an intellectual snob if you will, but I can’t stand stupid people. I’m not the only one, but that’s to be expected. And by...

Meekend. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the term means. A weekend that I’d reserved just for me. A weekend of ‘me...

– 14-year-olds who dress like Nabokov’s wet-dream. Cover up, tartlet. – People who drive a Swift slower than my Scooty. There’s a reason...

It’s just my luck. Or in this case, an HR glitch. For close to three months now, you see, I’ve been sitting in a cabin populated almost...

Two X chromosomes and an I.Q. above 85 is a bad combination. It means that not only are you a woman, but an intelligent one. Which means...

Their hair never feels like cotton candy, even if they’re camping in the middle of a rainforest People don’t shove pencils in their hair...