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How to have a great year!

My last post for 2005.
Great year. Got married. (Wow!) Boyfriend became Husband. Boyfriend remains Best Friend.
Found job. Moved from Hyderabad to Delhi. Delhi to Bombay. Moved into a new home by the sea. Bombay to London. Moved into a new home by the River Thames. Found job.
Became a louder voice. Became a pundit. Believe [...]

Remembrance Week

A year back, Boxing Day didn’t mean much to me. You don’t really have the concept of Boxing Day in India. It’s an alien word, with not much of an import on the subcontinent. However, the tsunami changed it all. In the early hours of 26th December 2004, reports of an earthquake poured in. And [...]

Your Christmas, And mine Too! Oye!

Meri Christmas! Oye, Teri Bhi Christmas. (My Christmas! Oye, Your Christmas Too!)
A once upon a time foggy memory of Christmas jokes around Merry Christmas. Merry sounds pretty similar to Meri (trans. – Mine).
Christmas was co-opted well into the Delhi culture way before East India Company landed here bag and baggage. Jesus is an important prophet [...]

Neyveli and lignite

This post is prompted by reading the archives of The Hindu – This Day That Age column that never fails to rake up some associations and conversations.
Bulk samples of lignite from the Neiveli Lignite Project have been sent to Germany for detailed test and analysis. The testing will be done by the well-known Lurgi firm. [...]

Old Spitalfields Market on a Sunday

Walking around in the Old Spitalfields market on a very cold Sunday, the world seemed to converge in small stalls. Beads as though strung all the way from Goa made shiny appearances, and a doormat with Che Guevara’s iconic-Mickey Mousish face. For 8 quid, you could step over the revolution and rub your shoes into [...]

Taking back the Indian Night

This disturbs me.
Women account for about 40 per cent of the 350,000 call centres employees in India. IT sector bodies, politicians and the police have now urged companies to offer better security to BPO workers.
Should women work night shifts? Or do you feel the Bangalore murder is just a one-off incident of crime?
Do you think [...]

Of five years

To this I give
Our silent rotating nights,
Sigh of ugly buildings, steel
And Brit, stare through pure
Doors. Our various homes
names for moods, shared
secrets and soap,
Each a line on our somewhat
young palms, yawn
out memories.
Respective phobias play
quiet Persian games with dreams,
The colour of spice, so unsteel.
And then, laughter
Rolling eyes, gossip and
sudden sleep.