I remember, when my son was tiny, writing about my fears of having to answer questions regarding the many paradoxes he would witness. For instance,...
I am fascinated by the ever-shifting relationship between words and what they mean. But it is worrying when their connotations vastly differ from their actual...
Last month I coughed more than I breathed. And in that state I had to travel to Delhi to honour a commitment made to KhabarLahariya....
I am often clueless about what I am going to write till I start typing. But as the first word comes out, I know I...
Last month I experienced a rather rare academic stimulation and the reflections have lingered on. For the first time after my little son, Vihaan, was...
When someone ventures into a new terrain, there are always questions and also admiration for the brave. The more the world plays safe and becomes...
I write this on my way home after finishing the second and final leg of the film, Traces of Sandalwood (working title), directed by Maria...
I am writing this as I leave the Wagah border after two glorious days in Lahore. I was there for a conference called the South...
Last year has been a watershed in the attention that violence against women has drawn. While largely an urban phenomenon, the uproars have brought to...
Growing up in Delhi, over the years I have seen many protests at Jantar Mantar. It was not unusual to see a passionate bunch, often...
