Breakfast by the Bay

Four tiny vadas, and one sticky, steaming hot idli, eaten at a stall, sitting on a narrow bench that had turned black with dirt and grime, with just a few street kids playing across the road, and the family of three -- mother, father, son, -- taking turns at the stove, the tap, and the …

What is my worth?

What is my worth and how do I calculate it? My bank account says I have a couple of hundred thousands – is that my worth?My salary statement says I make a fraction of what I used to years ago – is that my worth? The husband says he cannot do without me. The girls …

Solitary Reaper

It is two 'o clock at night and I am not sleepy. Perhaps because in the last one year, I have hardly slept before dawn. I have been reading, I have been writing, I have been working hard, sometimes all through the night. And after a hard night, sleep does not take long to come …

Stress Anxiety Depression: Things You Can Do To Counter It

It happens so quietly that you cannot prepare for it, and before you know, you are enveloped in its grip so tight that escape seems impossible. So what does one do? Does one sit in a corner with the head bowed, eyes shut, and arms tightly wrapped, waiting for it to leave, or does one …

Madame Tussauds, Delhi: A Glamorous World of Iconic Celebrities

A middle-aged man, wearing a red turban and a shy smile, stands awkwardly next to Madhubala, the glint in his eyes suggests that he is half believing himself to be Salim of Mughal-e-Azam; Madhubala only seems glad about it. Not very far away, a lady in her 40s has her arms around Ranbir Kapoor. She …

Bishnupur: An Unlikely Hero

A tiny town in the heart of rural Bengal surrounded by paddy fields and hutments, flanked by low hills and lakes, little known to the outside world, and taken for granted by the locals. Bishnupur, in the first look, may seem like an ordinary hamlet, displaying no visible sign of being an important center on …

When Death Befalls

I often think about death, and wonder how would others describe me when I am gone. While I hope others have nice things to say about me -- they always say only nice things about the dead somehow -- this is what I would like them to know about me. * This morning Anubhuti Krishna, …

On Playing Mother.

My mother never dressed up. She did not believe in makeup or vanity, or even being overtly conscious about one's appearance. And that's always been her style -- hair a little out of place, sari always without a pin, dupatta mopping the floor, bindi always crooked. I never had a problem with it, in fact …