Meeting Anjum…

Anjum , Google tells me means stars, tokens. I don’t know if I follow stars to tell me what life has in store, but sometimes when I can no longer struggle with just how things take so long, I like feeling starry eyed. Are stars tokens? Perhaps there is some merit in watching constellations talk. At the…

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When adjust karlo is not chalta hai…

TOI’s recent ad on real India- which I saw all over Facebook and Twitter- people gloating over the realness of India. I think personally, I am over the glorification of jugaad and I have never been chalta hai about anything. I’m just not cool enough, I think. Also, I often have quality conscious Japanese days….

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Looking at the college kids in the metro…

They giggle. I get irritated. Because I don’t exactly share their energy levels at the end of the day. I suffer from Mondays. And then, Mondays after long weekends. In college and school, days made no difference, though I have to admit Saturday afternoons were most listless, half a day of half hearted college, an…

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Come out and play India: Commonwealth

THE champion- Saina Nehwal, I am your fan forever I have had the most wonderful couple of days watching wrestling, boxing, weight-lifting, tennis, badminton, Delhi, metro, shuttle buses, security, Wimbledon-esque queues, drama, emotion, the state of Haryana, the Indian spectator always eager to offer advice, firangs, flags, catcalls, India winning golds, the National Anthem, and…

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Finding Bubbles…

It’s a tacky title. Fine, sue me. But it’s a real story, also. I have to admit, my voyeuristic abilities which I had quietly hidden underneath the garb of sophistication and ‘i-don’t-care-ness’ are running amok. Don’t get ideas. All I meant was, I am getting trapped into the immense potential of the Delhi metro into…

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