Vice-versa again

While I’ve been busy writing silly blog posts to avoid working, another blog feud seems to have occurred. What I can gather is this. Shivam wrote a post about the Kherlanji Massacre, and put up some photographs. And what became the bone of contention? Whether he should have put up the photographs or not.
How and why the [...]

Vice-versa

“The personal is political”
Four words that symbolise feminism to me. (Who said them? It doesn’t matter. Not right now, anyway.)  But the thought itself has always fascinated me. Ever since the first time I realised that one didn’t behave in public the way one behaved at home.
When I was taught not to refer to my father [...]

Metaphysical Ruminations*

There was once a stone. A stone, like many other stones, like any other stone. Like all stones, she decided what stone she’d like to be. Yes, stones do. Some on purpose, some because they’re too lazy to move their asses from where they fell, and some because they’re scared to.
So, she decided what [...]

Teddy Bears

Comfy and warm. Good for bearhugs. Phenomenal for your ego.
You may have put them away in a cupboard, in a trunk that’s a pain to get at now. You may even have given them away, so they’re in a different place now. But when you see them again, you can be sure of the bearhug.

Kites

Colourful, gorgeous. Flying high and free, rather mysterious because you’ll never know who holds the strings.
You’re too old, you tell yourself, and steal a glance. You smile, shake your head, and look up to watch them properly.
You might cut yourself on the string, sometimes, but isn’t it worth it to watch them soar? And to [...]

Poornalu

They don’t make them often, so they’re hard to find. Padahaaranalu Telugu.
Crisp on the outside, soft inside; a lightly salty bland crust enclosing the yummy sweet inside.
They’re a pain. You have to take efforts to get them just right - cook, grind, fry. Just like you need to argue and cajole, to trust and talk, [...]

Chocolate

Indescribably lovely. The smell can light up a room like someone’s smile.
You can have too much of it, but you can never have enough, like Sunday morning calls. It can be bitter, like an argument. But it feels wonderful afterwards, anyway.
It could be a little nutty, it could drive you crazy, but could you live [...]