Oh locals, you disrupters of idyllic Mumbai mornings, You perpetrators of sallow faces and sweaty bodies, And destroyers of trouser creases, This is your doing. Local trains are probably amongst the most chronicled aspects of the city. And also, the most resented. While the thought of wading into and out of a sea of humanity … Continue reading Local Travails
Elections. The worst ordeal possible for a person with negligible decision making prowess. Their natural appearance annually, if not more often, is thus but inevitable, given my equation with lady luck. With another blockbuster edition done and dusted, I find myself bereft of responsibilities (only those pertaining to the organizational aspect of fests), friends (they … Continue reading In All Seriousness
Imagine being told a year ago, that in an year from then, Rs. 1000 notes would be illegal and that Donald Trump would be the president elect of the United States of America. You would have probably laughed it off. I know I would have. It's been a unique year, with regard to the sheer … Continue reading The Year That Was
On generalizations and why one needs to be careful with real life applications of the Principles of Mathematical Induction
What draws us to a 'culture'? There's probably no universal answer to this. For some it is the people, and the ease, with which they accept us, and we, them, while for others it is the stark contrast, to their previous abode, which the new place has to offer. People who know the 'cities' that … Continue reading A Tale of Three Cities
Just another title 'inspired' by an Imtiaz Ali movie. Naturally, that won't be the subject of what is to follow. The question however, is ubiquitous when it comes to films and to a certain extent, books today. A scene from Once upon a time in Mumbaai, comes to me. An apparently shattered, and visibly drunk … Continue reading Why always the same story?
Are your dreams in black and white? My erstwhile roommate had once inquired. The answer to the question is no. I revel in the escape from reality, indeed coloured; Or rather, in the blend of clarity and chaos, Reflections of desires and many a loss. The self imposed exile is over, Only for nothingness … Continue reading Renewals and Recurrences