Our Outrage Is Tolerant

I wasn’t born when India banned Salman Rushdie’s Satanic Verses. When M. F. Husain took on self-exile in 2006, I was too little to understand why. In fact, I didn’t realise that sometimes its better to let your thoughts go unexpressed until undergraduate college, where professors made it clear that there was no room for…

Thayyirafter, Yours Forever

Pearls of pomegranate red bedeck soft mounds of rice. The aroma of curry leaves and hing permeate the house. Mustard seeds splutter, chillies hiss. The moment of meeting is minutes away, when the fiery tadka meets a gentle mix of curd and rice to produce pure South Indian satisfaction. My relationship with thayyir saadam has humble…

Going Bananas

RAHUL BOSE is all over Twitter. In a scathing video posted on Twitter, the Bollywood star criticised the JW Marriot Chandigarh for charging him a whopping 442INR, GST inclusive, for an order of two bananas. Indian tweeple went berserk of course, with #RahulBoseMoment quickly becoming a trend. In 442INR, you can purchase over 8 dozen…

Heroes, Just For One Day

Over the past few months I’ve been cutting out all toxicity and inauthenticity from my life and although I haven’t entirely succeeded (sometimes I fail to the point of seeming hypocritical), this process has allowed me the regrettable observation that most of our heroes today live by some incredible double standards. I remember watching the…

Departures

It’s been a long two years and I thought the months would never end. In June 2017, I entered what would become my second home, although I didn’t know it then. The paint was peeling off the walls, chipped cement lined the dingy staircase, the staff restroom looked like a chemistry lab gone wrong and…

Take Me Riding on the Moonlight with You

Take me riding on the moonlight with you. Take me gliding across the deep blue sky with its vastness and wonders true.   Take me across the pure, warm stars to a light of our reckoning, a sleep that is beckoning to us as if it was always there, soberly waiting.   Why must my…

For Toru

A quiet lake exists before me The waters as still as still can be The blue, blue sky is nothing but a canopy to its understated turquoise beauty.   I throw a pebble across the water Three loci of concentric circles appear As if disillusioned by the sudden agitation Seeking outwardly the disruptor Only to…

An Assortment… ed. 2

“If you don’t know what you want, the doorman said, you end up with a lot you don’t.”   “How much gratitude for a little sherbet, thought Maneck, how starved they seemed for ordinary kindness.” – “What happens but once might as well not have happened at all.” – “Though I cannot tell why it…