A house that built me

Many of the houses I grew up in never felt like home to me. No matter how sturdy their foundations were. How well-cemented the bricks. All the fine craftsmanship that had gone behind them. They lacked the comfort and warmth I wanted under a roof. Or they belonged to an ecosystem that seemed alien to... Continue Reading →

Sexuality in India: Please don’t try this at home

Sex and language can be inconsolable bed-mates. Best friends with benefits. They can go out for a coffee, talk unabashedly about life, and get drunk on each other. They can wake up in each other's arms, with one pretending to have already freshened up. And the other playing along for the kisses and giggles. But... Continue Reading →

Make a fist

In Karate, one of the most important lessons you learn is to take an ass-kicking. You understand that you need to pick yourself up and move on. Before every session, you socialize with your opponents. They are your friends. You like each other. You also take pleasure in roundhouse-kicking them during a sparring match. Because... Continue Reading →

Yours animatedly

One of my favorite videos to watch online is a 1942 Looney Toons episode called The Squawkin' Hawk. It features Foghorn Leghorn - a wisecracking rooster and Henery Hawk - a bird of prey with Napoleon complex and a foul temper. Often I am in denial about how much I enjoy cartoons. They were once an important part of... Continue Reading →

The answer to life is not 30: Great Indian Hornbills

When I turned 30, I felt insecure about my age whenever I accidentally caught my reflection in the mirror. I groaned as I sauntered past glass-encased pillars and tinted car windows. It wasn't about the wrinkles, the graying beard or the receding hairline. But in my eyes – there shone, ungallantly, a reminder that things... Continue Reading →

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