Everybody’s gone to the moon

I started a fortnightly column for the Sunday Guardian a week ago. I haven't felt this kind of pressure to perform with 800 words or less since my book came out. It's not so much about finding things to write about, it's more about reaching the expectations of an editor who I admire and want... Continue Reading →

What’s the story?

My friend Meghna is kind of spectacular. She is volatile, beautiful, spontaneous, stylish and responds to names ranging from 'Meghnatron' to 'Madmax' to - everyone's favorite - 'Meghni Flower' (when she's in a good mood) and 'Meghni Cactus' (when she is enjoying a good murder). I have never felt bored in her company and I'm... Continue Reading →

Czech it out

“How do you pronounce ‘P.r.a.g.u.e’?” I knew this was a trap. It was not the first time my mother had asked me this. “Praha.” “Very good. And what about ‘H.a.g.u.e’?” “Haha.” I think this little joke lasted a good two years between us before it died out. I must have been 8. Took me a... Continue Reading →

Bombay Unlimited

My friend Cyrus and I have worked as sounding boards for each other for the last ten years. In this period we’ve both changed jobs and industries several times and somehow it’s always worked to have his opinion floating around somewhere in my head before I took a leap or stuck to a current situation.... Continue Reading →

Vous Êtes Sexy

A couple of years ago I wanted to interview most of the people around me. I had come to a place in my life in Bombay where I knew achingly interesting people. And I wanted to document them. But not in the way one would using a rule-book or a set of questions that had grown... Continue Reading →

Skin

The color of skin has always been something I’ve felt strongly about.And by that I mean that I don’t think about it at all.It’s not something that can be up for discussion. Or debate. It’s not something you choose.But it is definitely something that people find easy to poke and prod with incredible ease.  We call... Continue Reading →

Book etc.

It took me 7 months to write 'Things Your Mother Never Told You About Love'. Which most people around me thought was freakishly good time for 40,000 words, which in turn made me doubt myself because 1. First time author. 2. Had I been too hurried? 3. Should've Would've Could've started swirling in my head.The thing... Continue Reading →

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