Independence from the British was never a goal of the freedom struggle as much as it was a means to … More
When I stepped out of the train in Ahmedabad, I was a bit nervous. Being an outsider in a city … More
My neck of the concrete woods of Bangalore has changed a lot in the past 20 years. New residential buildings … More
Minnal Murali is not the average superhero movie. I’m not a movie buff at all so I’ll refrain from making … More
I’m a sucker for sheer curtains. I love how they float and dance for the mildest of kind breezes and how they filter the early-fall sun-rays into a cozy wave of what can only be described as pure joy. Although today it’s not the light through them that is gorgeous-it’s far too dark for that. But they’re still dancing.
I don’t fully know or understand India and yet I am in unending love with her. Having spent all of … More
O but what country can progress, Without a monument to its leaders? One that fits the size of their egos, … More
I’m sat here part angry, part ashamed, part sad, mostly defeated and on the verge of canceling those subscriptions and never watching another Chelsea game because a group of billionaires, driven by greed, are about to destroy the sport that hundreds of millions of fans around the world hold onto so dearly.
There really has never been an India which hasn’t faced challenges of all shades including the social, environmental, political, religious, … More
There are few things that catch my attention like stuff related to Bangalore do and my friends know this well which is how this book landed up with me. Set partly in Bangalore of the 90’s and in a small town called Malehalli in the 80’s, this is a story that delicately weaves together friendships, young love, loss, envy, greed, misogyny and a changing political landscape in India that’s become increasingly casteist and communal.