Status symbols

I suppose that has to be the theme of at least one post while I’m in Delhi! Well, here goes.
The market where I live has two vegetable shops. One’s a Safal vegetable shop, where there are usually only two kinds of vegetables per day, and the other, located in the main part of the market, [...]

Self-defence?

Some people don’t like* the birthday gift the Government of India gave me. Yeah, that’s a lot of links in one sentence; do you think they’ll call it ‘terrorist activity’?
When Shivam called my post  “mob justice”, I didn’t like it. And then Anantha used that same label at PutVote.com, I began to get defensive. I didn’t know [...]

Bud’day Baby

Jewellery
Temples
Scandal
Maroon silk
Chocolates, chocolates and more chocolates!
The Inheritance of Loss
Lunch
The discovery that my ancestors and BikerBaby’s housed their cows in the same shed
A mad bike ride to catch a movie
A cricked neck
Laughter
The best description of coffee I’ve heard in ages 
A cricket match
Off-screen entertainment and dirty looks
Flowers from Bombay, Delhi and Bangalore
Telephone, email and orkut
The Blind Assassin and [...]

FlirtBuddies

Yeah, I made up the term. I think. At least, I haven’t heard it before! So, what is a FlirtBuddy, you ask? A buddy with whom I can flirt with no fear of it being considered an invitation to romantic involvement. Yeah, rather obvious!
I thought of the term on the way back from dinner on [...]

Two things that make me who I am

I suppose there would be different answers to that everyday, but today I want to talk of my feminism and my epilepsy. One very public - so public I wear it on my sleeve. The other very private - so private I can only ‘talk’ of it by writing about it. And both fundamental to [...]

My body is a battleground

Borrowed the title from a friend’s GTalk picture, but really, it feels so apt! I now actually know what the ground on which battles are fought, feels.
Absorbing all the blood that’s been spilt, sensitive to every vibe in the air (and some that aren’t really there!). Bruised, battered, but resilient in spite of itself. Tired, [...]

A very private moment in a very public place

Have you ever had that moment? Standing still in the middle of Bombay’s VT at rush hour, as people stream past you, thinking of something that seems terribly important? Sitting on a cement bench in the CP Inner Circle in Delhi, as it slowly comes to life in the morning, sipping chai and reading Said’s [...]