Bombay Chuddies

I was witness to a Delhi today that was so different from the usual. It wasn't the burning heat that people curse, it wasn't the bi...

I was at the Taj Mahal Tea House for breakfast this time two years ago in Bombay. As a trained Hindustani classical musician, the faint ...

I've maintained even in a previous post, May is a shit month in India .That shit is quick to hit the ceiling - of course, before ...

May 2014 spelled a new phase of my life in Bombay. Suddenly, the focus of my social existence shifted from Engineers, MBAs and PR people, t...

Among the many things you resign to your utopian bucket list, to pick up a hobby and to meditate often feature in our I-don't-have-t...

I derive some inexplicable pleasure in choosing the emergency exit seat on flights. A lot of people find it restrictive: you can't keep...

​Navsari, a nondescript little town en route the Western Railways main line, a station between Valsad and Surat, native to many a Parsis ...

At about midday yesterday, a Gtalk Messenger chat applet from an old friend from college opened on my office laptop. Such days are few and ...

Weekends have become synonymous with discovering art the past couple of months. As if to return to texts and studying, I have taken to loit...

PU raises a cup to Harsha's support. (Image: PU Selfie2014) Virtual friendship redefined with friends exchanging banal recipes fr...

I was in Navsari a third time this Holi. A few of us with the Pune connection gathered at Veeram's home of his childhood (thank god, h...

I woke up this morning to the sounds of a man hurling abuses at a girl and physically assaulting her. Needless to say, my Sunday morning ...