Bovinity: Original Sin

In conversation with Kesari, the woman who turned into a Cow… Kesari is the queen of his heart. Strong, sturdy, fair as milk, and expensive like a diamond from Ghaziabad’s most renowned jeweler, she is everything a man could hope for– Cash cow extraordinaire. That’s Kesari for you. But she wasn’t always a cow. She was…

Leonard Nimoy- The Man between the Pointed Ears

Behind the pointed tips of prosthetic ears, Lies the deafening roar of a man’s ambition, Tapered by his resfeber colored green, Like the fake blood he bleeds on screen. A sun-kissed vision of our higher selves, Is reflected in words spoken sans sentiment. While the shin becomes an unknowing blessing, millions yearn for unity in…

Taking the final bow- Farewell to Melody

“I sang my first notes in the shadow of desire, and my song has reached its crescendo. This is the last bar, and I’m taking my final bow.” I have shared a relationship of worship with music since I was five, maybe younger. And now I am ready to return my borrowed songbook back to the…

Entertainment Journalism and its guilty secret: Fat Kink – A Rant

“OMG, You won’t believe what (insert name of female star) wore to this event (Oscars, Grammys, UN Conference). Honestly, sweetie, you need to put that cookie jar aside….” Yes. That is exactly how many articles about celebrities and their lives go. The time peg could be anything; an event like the Oscars or said celebrity’s appearance…

The Handmaiden of Hari: Meerabai

“Unbreakable, O Lord,  Is the love  That binds me to You:  Like a diamond,  It breaks the hammer that strikes it.  My heart goes into You  As the polish goes into the gold.  As the lotus lives in its water,  I live in You.  Like the bird  That gazes all night  At the passing moon, …

A healer of history’s wounds: Florence Nightingale

I was seven when I first heard of her. There was a short story in my Hindi language reader, about a young girl who nursed a sick puppy back to health. The illustration was of a little girl with pigtails, wearing a red dress. And the book said that she was on her way home…

A Teacher of Imagination: Enid Blyton

  I remember thinking about passing my good turn to someone, after reading Enid Blyton’s story, ‘The Good Turn.’ I was eleven, and I was in love with my new favorite author. I read all the stories from The Eight O’Clock Tales to my little sister who was only four. And even though I don’t think…

The Hooker

She spends hours at the local boutique, getting herself fitted for some of the laciest, raciest nightwear I’ve ever seen. Her perfect hair is piled atop her head in an elegantly messy bun. Her eyes sparkle with life, and every time she smiles, the tiny mole just above her luscious upper lip moves closer to a…

Pakistan, I grieve with thee

Dear Pakistan, My facebook newsfeed is filled with a number of inane news items, ranging from Trump’s supposed mental health to cute puppies tasting lemon for the first time. Thanks to the way social media works, my echo chamber does not let me hear what is being said in yours.  And the only reason I…

Feminism in a Hijab?

Before you skim through this article and come at me with blazing guns, take a minute to breathe. Count to 10 and tell yourself that this article is an opinion piece. It probably has ideas you agree with and ideas that you don’t agree with. And that it okay. If you have already chosen a…

The American Hero

It is Feb. 2, 2017. Exactly four years ago, a tragedy straight out of Hollywood, broke millions of American hearts. Chris Kyle, the fabled war veteran, one of the most celebrated snipers in American military history, had been murdered by Eddie Ray Routh, a troubled veteran possibly suffering from a psychological ailment. The world mourned…

Searching for Superman

The sea looks angry and murderous. Like ten raging Poseidons, it tosses and turns, letting out a mournful wail that whistles through the air. Assaulting everything on its waves, the mighty waters crash over the tiny rubber boat and submerge everything that was on that foolish object of desperate hope. Somewhere, a God weeps. From…