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Children, media and parents

Two seemingly unrelated posts. One on how the notions of ‘dark skin is indicative of inherent evil tendencies‘ seems to permeate an animated series for children, and the other on young kids dressed up by their parents – in clothes which are inappropriate.
Some of us are saved from the fate of low self-esteem thanks [...]

A stiff back

I must be getting older. An otherwise supple and flexible back finds itself stiff and renders me immobile. It all started Monday morning.
I like sleeping with the windows open. What I didn’t account was for the beam of sunlight that was going to hit my face. Perhaps in a state of half-sleep, and deep in [...]

Writing, ennui and a general half hearted rant

It’s not ennui. Maybe the lack of time.
But I know I’ve been neglecting this space. It’s not like I don’t want to write, but there are these dry spells, where nothing really inspires, and the wells of the heart dry up, and no stories emerge. I suppose the likes of this gentleman would ask me [...]

Minor Annoyances – On Bargains and Cheap Thrills

I possibly am guilty of what I am going to moan about.
You know how when you compliment someone on their shoes/ shirt/ earrings/ table lamp, and the other person jumps and tells you, “Oooh – I got it for 3 pounds/ 40 rupees/ 4 dollars”, or some other such mindnumbingly small figure, do they realize [...]

Bhoole Bisre Geet

Almost time to leave the workplace. Thankfully, am really liking the work, or the slightly longish hours would have me going nuts. But at that moment that I leave the workplace, and wait at the bus stop, I sometimes switch the sucky senti Bollywood music. It helps me pretend that I am somewhere in India. [...]

Dear so-and-so

Dear Heavily Pregnant Woman On Bus,
That you choose to travel on a crowded bus some five hours before your water is going to break is your issue to deal with. You can use it to blackmail your partner/ lover/ husband/ child some years from now. It might even make for interesting conversation with the shrink.
But [...]

A random thought – about her

I think of you randomly. Whenever I write a poem, for instance.
I think of you how you would gently mail me, twisting my monkey ears over faulty grammar. Or a misplaced period. How you would then praise a certain turn of phrase. Listening to Rafi last night, I thought of our casual banter.
I am no [...]