A ‘Dead Economy’?

It was the funeral of the century. India’s economy lay on a bamboo bier in Delhi’s central square, covered not in the Tricolour, but with copies of the Economic Survey and a few unpaid electricity bills. Priests chanted. TV anchors sniffled into their microphones. Politicians jostled for space like pigeons…

The Hugger-In-Chief..!

Ever been hugged when you didn’t want to be? You know the kind—when a distant uncle at a wedding suddenly clamps you in a bear hug, and you emerge gasping for air, smelling of his aftershave for the next three weeks. Now imagine that uncle is a bearded old Indian…

A Randall’s Island in Your Head..!

It’s only 6 in the morning and already Manhattan is in a frenzy. Cars honking, buses groaning, and joggers zooming past like they’ve got to beat the stock market before breakfast. I do my morning walk beside the East River, wondering whether this city ever sleeps, or if sleep here…

They are Not Weak..!

There’s something about silence from a smaller person that emboldens the bully. Gives him a sense of victory. Makes him think his sticks, fists and false cases are powerful. With growing disbelief I’ve seen nuns—yes, those gentle, sari-clad sisters who’d sooner cradle a child than carry a protest sign—being bundled…

Handling Disappointment..!

So, there I was, staring at my phone, waiting for the “ding” that never came. The email? Never arrived. The contract? Not mine. The publisher’s call? Silence. Disappointment! Oh yes, that old friend. Shows up uninvited, sits on your chest like a cement block, and refuses to leave even if…

You Who Survive..!

Oh how I relish my morning coffee, and it was while I was into my third cup this morning—that I stumbled upon a video that made my heart pause mid-beat. There he was, Dr. Jonathon Blake from Pennsylvania. A firm atheist, logical to the point of clinical coldness, the kind…

The Arrogance of Our Nation..!

Arrogance, my dear reader, is not a trait you’ll find in confident people. It’s what you find in people who haven’t found themselves. And unfortunately, it’s become the new national dress code. Not khadi, not cotton, not even designer FabIndia—just pure, unadulterated, pompous arrogance stitched with a rope, not thread…