Last week, the global spotlight shifted on a country, which is almost the same size as a Bindi on a feminist’s forehead: Panama. A country, with population less than Westeros, and as relevant to global economy as Hrithik Roshan’s second thumb. However, in the past one week, the entire world has been talking about it.… Read More Panama Papers: Chicken soup for the rich
Every city has its own story. Story of its origin. Stories of its kings and their heroics on the battleground. Of its markets and their gossip-laden streets. Of its myths, prayers, foods, and prostitutes. Stories, that are passed through generations and are told, retold, reweaved, and reimagined. Some lose their essence after prolonged metamorphosis, while… Read More Hampi. A Story.
An obituary on Alan Rickman. About a man whose extraordinary talent that made him Severus Snape and much more. … Read More From Alan Rickman to Severus Snape: The magic was real
NDA government’s budget day was made out to be ‘That Awesomest day of your mortal life on which you will achieve Nirvana and also the space between the pink lips of Sunny Leone’ or as it is known in India, the suhaagraat fantasy. The budget was expected to deliver XXL size economic reform measures which… Read More This blog is not in my budget
No matter how low you set the bar on ‘21 weird things that can happen only in India’, there are always a few new ones which come along and set it considerably lower. They baffle you with the absurdity of their content, while actions and words of those involved makes you wonder whether Rabri pulling… Read More Come my child, suck my blessings and STFU
For the romantics, Mumbai Bombay, the city, is like a love child of the exquise beauté Paris and the endlessly fascinating Prague. The city has a charm which remains unmatched, beauty which is bewitching and an unassuming sensuousness about it. For writers, Mumbai Bombay plays out like a delicious script, unveiling its new pages every… Read More Who’s shit is it, anyway?
Every year during this time, some of the world’s smartest people with intellectual capacity of the love-child of Mika and Yo Yo Honey Singh gather at a secret location, involve themselves in pagan practices, drink the elixir of life, and dance to the tunes of Punjabi MC. Of course I talk about the Punjabi Wedding… Read More PROST! O’zapft is! Zis ist Oktoberfest
So, in the past few days, voodoo dolls have picked up a new designer avataar for themselves in India, that of Maria Sharapova. People have gotten their own crazy eyed, vodka high, made-in-india, bio-degradable versions of miniature Sharapovas, ready to be pricked, poked, disfigured and puked upon. Her FB wall has comments like “FAACKK U MARIA… Read More The Sharapova Conundrum
“Ki bheeshon gormi re BABA!! Too much summer, here” So said my Bengali friend, as he landed in Mumbai after a two hour flight from Bangalore. Yes ya.. Mumbai is super HOT these days. Infact, the whole of India is caught in a “Heat Wave”, just not Bangalore though. That city was blessed in terms of weather… Read More Indian Summer and Football
“Sisters and Brothers of America” So said, Swami Vivekananda, in Chicago, at the World Parliament of Religions. By the time he ended his address, Americans bowed down to him, and hailed him THE GREAT ONE FROM THE LAND OF CURRY-COLOURED PEOPLE. “Bhaiyon Behno” So said, aapnu NaMo, at every speech he made at the elections.… Read More Jai Shri Krushna, Narendrabhai